“They found him,” said Sleepy. “We’ll probably have to pay for that busted window.”
“But wasn’t it worth it?” chuckled Nebrasky. “My ⸺, I never went higher in my life. There goes the hearse.”
They walked to the door and saw several men pulling the hearse back to its shed. They could see a crowd in front of the bank, and apparently there was a man on a ladder, nailing boards over the broken window.
“Where in ⸺ is Honey?” asked Sleepy. “By golly, we’re shy one man!”
“That’s right. Let’s go find him.”
They wended their way to the Arapaho saloon, but did not find him there, and then they made a systematic search of every place they could think of.
They finally came back past the bank, where they found the object of their search sitting on the sidewalk, holding his head in his hands. Lonnie almost fell over him in the dark.
“Now, where in ⸺ have you been keepin’ youself?” demanded Lonnie. “We’ve been lookin’ for yuh for about a week.”
This was hardly true, because the accident had not happened more than twenty minutes previous.
Honey lifted his head and wiggled his arms.