Barney. That's something like talk, that is!
Mike. I'm wid yez, Harry, me b'y.
Jerry. I'd like to burn his old show over his head.
Tim. Just doctor his wagon-axles a little, and when they break down, we'll take to the woods!
Jack. Much he'll get a new lot.
Ben. No, gen'lemen—I got dat proposition beat——
[Words become inaudible; they draw closer
yet. The canvas (back Center) parts.
Enter Bub and Sonny, very cautiously
and timidly, peering about. They come
forward a little, and pause, looking at group.
Bub. This is sure enough the circus, Sonny. Look at those men.
[The troupe fall apart guiltily, and look with
amazement at the children.