I wouldn't like to bet they ain't in that hut, though." Mr.Travennes snickered in a manner decidedly uncomplimentary and began to whistle, softly at first.

The gentleman from the Bar-20 noticed that his companion was a musician; that when he came to a strong part he increased the tones until they bid to be heard at several hundred yards.
When Mr.Travennes had reached a most passionate part in "Juanita" and was expanding his lungs to do it justice he was rudely stopped by the insistent pressure of his guard's Colt's on the most ticklish part of his ear.
"I shore wish yu wouldn't strain yoreself thataway," said Mr.Cassidy, thinking that Mr.Travennes might be endeavoring to call assistance.

"I went an' promised my mother on her deathbed that I wouldn't let nobody whistle out loud like that, an' th' opery is hereby stopped.

Besides, somebody might hear them mournful tones an' think that something is th' matter, which it ain't." Mr.Travennes substituted heartfelt cursing, all of which was heavily accented.
As they approached the hut Mr.Cassidy again tickled his prisoner and insisted that he be very quiet, as his cayuse was very sensitive to noise and it might be there.

Mr.Cassidy still thought Mr.Travennes might have friends in the hut and wouldn't for the world disturb them, as he would present a splendid target as he approached the building..