Third Militiaman.
(To Fourth Militiaman, who has just come up the stairs with his shoulders hung with knapsacks)
Chadbourne's here.
Second Workman.
Egerton makes no terms till he's on top.
Fifth Militiaman.
He'll have his hands full. Seen the evening papers?
(He unfolds a paper and a group gathers about him)
Cries.
(Near the door)