Then the bang of a hanging up receiver; but the ceaseless buzzing went on, with all the other parties on the main wire listening in, gloating or commiserating over each others' misfortunes.
"How about Smither's?"
"Say, his fields aren't touched."
"You don't say. Isn't it the devil how them hail storms skip and miss."
"Munsun's got wiped off the map. So did Homan."
"Pederson's ain't touched even."
"Trust them Swedes to have the luck every time."
"Did you hear about Bar Q?"
"No, what?"