Tim. That's more like it.
Jack. Breathe easy, Mike.
Harry. Well, Mr. Benjamin Franklin Bub, will you h'inform us where you 'ails from?
Bub. We live over the mountain, by Pinesburg, an' we wanted to see the circus, so we just ran off and came.
Jerry. Pinesburg—that's ten miles off. How'd you say you come?
Bub. Just walked.
Sonny [rubbing his fists in his eyes]. An' the circus is all over, an' I'm so tired! [Men murmur sympathetically, and the group breaks and re-forms around the boys. Men gather about, some squatting near the boys, others standing behind.]
Barney. Futted it ivery shtep!
Mike. Tired, is it?—yez must be dead!