They hurried back to the Pinnacle bar where they found Dan Leach and Nebrasky. Nebrasky had a lot of skin off his long nose and Dan limped in one leg. None of them mentioned what had just taken place. They had a drink, after which Lonnie leaned on the bar and wondered where Honey might be.
“The last time I seen him he was goin’ toward the bank,” said Sleepy dryly. “Prob’ly wanted to borrow some money.”
Jack Ralston came in and looked the boys over, but did not say anything. Perhaps he had a fair idea as to who had taken the hearse, but he had no evidence. Apparently these boys were merely having a friendly drink.
“Have any of you gents seen that feller Cates?” he asked.
“Cates?” Lonnie screwed up his eyes. “Oh, yeah—the detective! Why, I think he died, didn’t he?” Lonnie turned to Nebrasky.
“Oh, yeah—Cates. Believe he did, Lonnie.”
“Uh-huh,” Lonnie turned to Ralston. “Yeah, he died. Have a drink, Jack?”
“Nope.”
Ralston turned on his heel and went out.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!” laughed Nebrasky. “Wait’ll they find him.”