Skip 2. No.
(Long pause.)
Skip 2. Yes, I can. At least there’s nothing else to be done. No, give me more ice than that! (This means that he thinks his stone will take more curl, and wants the directing broom to be put wider.) That’s about right.
He plays his shot amid dead silence. It soon becomes apparent that his stone is not going to curl round this guard at all, but will hit it. It does so, and lies by its side, merely giving an additional rampart to the granite fortification in the middle of the ice. The silence becomes rather painful.
Skip 1. Bad luck! (He does not mean that at all.) I think I’ll try and get another stone in the house.
Skip 1’s No. 3. For heaven’s sake don’t disturb our stone here.
Skip 1. No, I’ll play it just tee high....
(He puts down a hopeless hog.)
Skip 1. I wish you fellows would sweep!