(Takes a coin from his pocket and hands it to the chauffeur)
You'll take care.
(He goes out left, examining his face in a small mirror which he has taken out with the coin. The Second Sentry has come in right and stands reading a notice which is tacked on the fence)
Chauffeur.
By sun-down, don't it?
Second Sentry.
Something of the sort.
Chauffeur.
And the wind sharpening up across the plains.
They'll think twice, won't they, before they stay out?
Second Sentry.