But instead of turning and asking what the matter was, Collier and Daily kept right on with their kidding the audience. Again, and louder, Bigalow yelled—
"Help! Help!"
Collier discovered a red-headed girl down in front and called Daily's attention to the "Red Snapper" over on the right.
"Help! Help! Help-Help!!"
Daily called Collier's attention to the marcel waves beating on a fellow's shoulder over in the left-hand box.
Bigalow was getting madder every minute. "Oh, say, for the love of Lee Shubert, come and help a feller, will you?"
Collier pointed to a man in the front row and said, "Look at the gold fish down there! See his gold teeth?"
By this time Bigalow was so mad he couldn't speak at all; so he just stood and glared at the other two. Having accomplished their desires, Daily now took Collier by the arm and they started off stage. Just as they were about to exit, Collier stopped, held up his hand, listened a moment, then said,
"I thought I heard something!"
They both put their hands to their ears and listened. Then Collier turned and saw Bigalow, looked at him a moment and said,