"Gee, where have you-all been?" demanded Silent "Why, John Reddy, settin' on his chair, watchin' th' safe, hears a moanin', so he opened th' door"
"Of th' safe?" asked Idaho, curiously.
"No, no; of th' bank. Th' bank door, th' rear one. He hears a moan"
"Which moan; first, or second?" queried Ed, anxiously.
"Th' first—th' second didn't come till—hey, I thought you didn't hear about it?" he accused.
"I didn't; but you mentions two moans, separate an' distinct," defended Ed.
"You shore did," said Idaho, firmly.
Johnny nodded emphatically. "Yessir; you shore did. Two moans, one at each end."
"But I didn't get to th' second moan at all!"
"Now, what's th' use of tellin' us that?" flared the bartender. "Don't you think we got ears?"
"If you can't tell it right, shut up," said Idaho.
"I can tell it right if you'll shut up!" retorted Silent. "As I said, he hears a moan, so he leaves th' safe an' goes to th' door. Then he hears a second moan, scratchin', an'"
"Hey!" growled Ed indignantly. "What you talkin' about? Who in h—l ever heard of a second moan scratchin'"
"It was th' first that scratched," corrected Idaho. "He said it plain. You must be listenin' with yore feet."
"If you'd gimme a chance to tell it—" began Silent, bridling.
"Never mind my hearin' you," snapped Ed at Idaho.
