Sube sniffed disdainfully, and ignoring Gizzard's little pleasantry, suggested that they move up to the front end of the tank and see if they could make out what the intruders were doing. There was room at the crack for only one ear, and this was occupied by Sube's right one. From time to time he issued bulletins based partly on what he heard or thought he heard, and partly on what he imagined was taking place.
"They're all tellin' 'im what a whale of a speech he made down to my house last night ... they all b'lieve in it, too!"
"B'lieve in what?" asked Gizzard.
"If it's who I think it is, it don't matter much, 'cause they're mostly ol' maids that ain't got any children—"
"B'lieve in what?" persisted Gizzard. "What is it they b'lieve in?"
"Sh—h—hut up!" breathed Sube. "Want to get us caught?"
"Well, what is it—?"
"Shut up till I hear, can't you?"
"Well, you might tell a feller—"
Sube turned exasperated from the crack, and feeling about till he found Gizzard's ear, drew it towards him with what Gizzard considered unnecessary emphasis, and whispered crossly: