"Wal, yer see the gemmen was talkin' 'bout de banks—I didn't hear de beginning, 'cause dat boy, Pete Hopkins, let de punch glasses fall, and I was a fixin' him."
"Did it break 'em?" cried Dinah, feeling an interest in the details not shared by the others.
"Only two. I gave him six cracks for each—the little limb!"
"Wal, 'bout de bank," said Dolf, impatiently.
"Yes, dat's what I'm gwine to tell. Mr. Moseby, he said—you know him—dat tall man——"
"Laws, we know him well 'nuff," said Vic. "Go on if you're gwine to."
Dinah looked reproachfully at her, and Othello continued:
"Mr. Moseby—he said de Trader's Bank had blowed all to smash—clean up."
A scream from Clorinda brought them all to their feet.
"Massy sakes," cried Vic; "what is it?"