Hercules the Lesser paced back and forth looking at the ringing telephone. He would stop occasionally and reach for the phone then the ringing would stop. He would go back to pacing and the phone would start to the ring again. He seemed to know who it was and was as excited as he was scared. He paced. The phone rang. He stopped. The phone stopped. He paced. The phone rang. He finally got up the nerve and grabbed the receiver. All he got for his trouble was the dial tone.