The next time the watchman tried to get the colonel out by ringing and kicking the colonel refused to respond, and finally the watchman banged five barrels of his revolver.
Then Coffin came to the window in a rage.
"You eternal idiot," he said, "if you don't stop this racket at night, I'll have you put under bonds to keep the peace." "Oh, all right," replied the watchman.

"I had something important to tell you; but if you don't want to hear it, very well; I kin keep it to myself." "Well, what is it?
Out with it!" "Why, I heard to-day that the kangaroo down at the Park in the city can't use one of its hind legs.

Rough on the Centennial, ain't it ?" Then, as the colonel withdrew in a condition of awful rage, the watchman sauntered up the street to break the news to the rest of the folks.

On the next night a gang of burglars broke into Coffin's house and ransacked it from top to bottom.

Toward morning Coffin heard them; and hastily dressing himself and seizing his revolver, he proceeded down stairs.