His mate Panic who had also survived the water current had reached the Prosti Hotel and climbed on top a fir tree opposite the hotel from where he observed the people coming in and those leaving the premises of the hotel. When he saw Mortuary, he was happy and came down immediately. He ran into the bar and saw Mortuary having a duel with a packet of cigarette and the schnapps.
“Boy! What the hell is all this!” He said and took his seat beside Mortuary whose face was dead expressionless. Mortuary handed him a stick and he accepted. Panic sat gazing at him in anxiety.
“Where are the others?” Mortuary asked.
“I can’t tell, the river...they might be dead.”
“Do you have a pistol with you?’ He asked Panic who nodded affirmatively. ‘All right, if any cop enter through that door, you shoot him
