First Sentry.
Exactly. And this man Williams up and down
Is big as Egerton. And the old man's 'spike'
Will touch him where the tailors say it should.
And if it's lined with silk Williams won't care.
He'll steer the big blow-out this afternoon
And they won't know the difference. It's the front
And the big planet here that people see;
And Williams is as broad as Egerton.
(A militiaman comes hurrying from the mill-yard)
Militiaman.
Who's got a cigarette to trade for news?
You couldn't guess it in a thousand years.
Second Sentry.
We're going home.
Militiaman.
Guess high; guess something great.
First Sentry.