"It don't gost you nottings, anyway.

If Dick Bresgott preak his neck soon, I gif him der bulliest funeral dot any boy in Gridley efer hat." "But what good-----" began the nervous man tremulously.
"Talk ist cheap," retorted Herr Schimmelpodt, with a wink, "mid dot's all I haf to bay for dot funeral.

Dick Bresgott ain't fool enough yet to preak der only neck he has." At this a jolly laugh went around, relieving the tension a bit, for there were many in the crowd who had begun to feel mighty serious as soon as they realized that Dick was in earnest.
Some one brought the janitor of the church.

A hardware dealer near by came along with two coils of rope, which he thought might be handy.
Mr.Macey went inside with the janitor and the two chums.

A score or two more would have followed, but the janitor called to Herr Schimmelpodt to bar the way, which the big German readily did.
Then the four inside began to climb the winding staircase to the bell loft.
"Go slowly, Dick; loaf," counseled Dave.