"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, scratching', an'——"