Johnny looked closely at Doc, placed his Stetson on the bar and announced—
“Mister Rockerbilt will now take the stand and speak on ‘Money I Have Seen.’”
“Misser Rockerbilt,” Oyster bowed his head against the bar and stepped on his new hat before he could recover it.
“A-a-a-aw, ——!” snorted the bartender. “I’ve seen more than eight thousand, I’ll tell yuh that. I’ve had—”
“Now, Doc,” warned Eskimo. “Seein’ and havin’ are two different things. We all know that yuh came from a wealthy family, who gave yuh everythin’ yuh wanted, and nothin’ yuh needed. But if you ever try to make us believe that you had eight thousand dollars, we’ll sure as —— kick yuh out of our Sunday-school, because yuh never came by it honestly.”
“Yeah, and yuh don’t need to say we ain’t got no Sunday-school,” added Oyster hastily. “Last Sunday—”
“I heard about it.”
The bartender carefully polished a glass, breathing delicately upon it the while.
“Lemme have that glass a minute,” said Johnny, and the unsuspecting bartender gave it to him. Johnny selected a place on the bar-rail and proceeded to smash the glass.
“What the —— did yuh do that for?” demanded the bartender hotly.