"Best ice-scream I ever et," asserted Roarer.
Holy's spoon tattooed on the tin; it scraped forlornly, then there was breathless silence, a grunt, followed by the sound of an empty ice-cream freezer receiving several vigorous kicks accompanied by a terrific volley of cuss-words.
"You darn chumps," he gasped at last, "what made you go and take the one that hadn't northin' in it!"
"Oh, darn it all. What's the use," piped Roarer's gentle voice. "Let's go back and go to bed. Thar ain't nothin' else to do in this yere town."
They were settled in their beds when Limber opened the door and peered into the room.
"Hello! I been lookin' all over for you," he announced. "When did you get back? I was up here a while ago and none of you was in."
"Oh, we was just walkin' around town a piece," was Bronco's answer.
"Well, I got your guns for you. You all went off in sech a hurry from the church that you forgot 'em. It's too bad you boys didn't stay for the feed. It was fine."
"Oh, we knowed we had a hard day's work ahead of us," drawled Bronco, "so we figured we'd better come home and git to bed."
"Some one stole one of the freezers," continued Limber, soberly. "But whoever done it got the empty one."