[urging him toward the door on the right]
You wait till I call you, and remember it's my fight.
IVANOFF
[turning, half hysterically]
You promise before I am taken that I shall see—
[MARIANO enters at upper doors.]
PIKE
[domineeringly, as he sees MARIANO]
And don't you forget what I've been telling you—you get the sand out of that gear-box first thing tomorrow morning, or I'll see that you draw your last pay Saturday night.
[IVANOFF bows meekly and exit to right, closing door after him.]