“Is he there yet?” asked Lonnie.
“I tell yuh he’s roped to the chair!”
“Wait a minute,” said Sleepy. “You boys go over to the Pinnacle and let me handle this, will yuh?”
“Go to it,” said Lonnie. “C’mon, you fellers.”
Sleepy went down the street to the sheriff’s office. He was perfectly sober and none the worse for their escapade, except for a slightly skinned knee. Both Kelsey and Ralston were at the office when Sleepy came in.
“Yuh better investigate the bank,” said Sleepy. “I just came past there, and I thought I heard a man groanin’.”
“Yeah?” Kelsey grinned knowingly. “Yuh did, eh? Just what kind of a game are you punchers tryin’ to pull off now?”
“Oh, well, go ahead and be a flaming fool,” sighed Sleepy, turning back to the door. “I’m tellin’ yuh what I heard, tha’sall.”
But Kelsey stopped him at the door.
“Yuh think yuh heard a man groanin’, eh?”