Aug. Poor fellow!
Alon. Oh, it was tough. Well, you know the warden liked Charlie; used to grub him good. No use, Charlie wouldn’t eat anything. Just the other day he sent a waiter up with a tray of broiled chicken.
Aug. Broiled chicken! oh, yum!
Alon. Yes, broiled chicken, with grape sauce. Charlie ups and kicks the tray clean out of the waiter’s hands. Then he went for the waiter, hit him under the ear, jumped on him, and so on. The waiter couldn’t stand it. What do you suppose he did?
Aug. What?
Alon. Hit him, so. [Slaps Augustus’ face, Augustus staggers back. Alonzo cocks hat over his eyes, and struts around stage.]
Alon. ’Nother fellow sold! [Laughs.
Aug. Bully joke!
Alon. Yah—yah—yah! You never tumbled.
Aug. I say, does that skeleton of Coney Island know anything about this?