"Married? What the--" "She'll soon get useter it, I guess--they all do!" said the unabashed Spider. "Anyway, if you didn't snore exactly, you sure had a strangle hold on the snooze business, all right. Here's me crawled out o' me downy little cot t' put ye wise t' Bud's little game, an' here's you diggin' into the feathers t' beat th' band!" "But the window was open; why didn't you come in right away?" "Not much, bo, I ain't the kind o' fool as makes a habit o' wakin' your kind out o' their beauty sleep sudden, no more I ain't a guy as takes liberties in strange bedrooms, see?" "Well, come in, Spider--sit on the bed; I haven't a chair to offer. By the way, I have to thank you--" "Whaffor?" "Breaking that window--" "Oh, I guess it wasn't a bad wheeze." "It gave me the chance I wanted, Spider." "Which you sure gripped with both mitts, bo!" "Now have a cigar--in that coat pocket--" "Not me, Geoff! Smoke's bad for th' wind, that's why I've took t' gum." Saying which, the Spider proceeded to take out and open a packet of that necessary adjunct, and having posted it into his mouth piece by piece, fell to grim mastication. "Bo," said he suddenly, "you come away without your roof last night." "Eh?" said Ravenslee, blinking drowsily, "my what?" "Your lid, bo." "You mean my old hat?" "That's what I'm tryin' t' tell you--an' say, that sure is the hardest bean cover I ever spotted; made of iron, is it? Where'd you find it?" "At some dim and distant day it originated in England, I believe." "Well, that lid would turn a poleaxe, sure; that's why I brought it back--it's out on the fire escape now." "Very kind of you, Spider, but--" "Bo, you're goin' t' need that hat an' a soot o' tin underwear from now on unless--well, unless you pack y'r trunk an' clear out o' Hell's Kitchen on th' jump." "Why so?" "Well, you certainly handed Bud a whole lot more 'n he's ever had before, an' it's a full house to a pair o' dooces he ain't lookin' for no more from you just yet. But then, Bud ain't no pet lamb nor yet a peace conference, an' it's four aces to a bum-flush he means t' get back at ye some way--an' get ye good!" "Oh?" said Ravenslee, yawning. "And oh some more!" nodded the Spider; "it's sure comin' t' you. When I got back las' night, there's Bud settin' against th' wall lookin' like an exhibit from the morgue, fightin' for breath t' cuss you with. 'N' say, you sure had done him up some, which I wasn't nowise sad or peeved about, no, sir! Me an' Bud's never been what you might call real kittenish an' playful together. But it seems you ain't only soaked an' throttled him good an' plenty, but he's gone an' let out t' you about that guy Heine--an' consequently you've gotter be kept from opening y'r mouth--see? Consequently it's you for a sudden an' hasty hike." "Oh?" said Ravenslee again.