I ain’t makin’ no noise—not a w’isper.
[He upsets a chair. It is loaded with mechanical toys, and falls with a fearful racket.]
Slim
Sufferin’ cats!
[They rush to concealment. There is a dreadful pause. Presently they poke their heads out cautiously.]
Bill
Nobody hoid it.
Slim
Dey must be deef in dis house.
[He steals to one door and applies his ear to the keyhole. Bill, timid in the presence of so much luxury, moves to the other.]