“Well, aren't we WAITING for it?”
“Oh, look, look,” cried some women in a covered rig. “See, they are starting already 'way over there.”
In fact, it did appear as if the far extremity of the line was in motion. Dust rose in the air above it.
“They ARE starting. Why don't we start?”
“No, they've stopped. False alarm.”
“They've not, either. Why don't we move?”
But as one or two began to move off, the nearest marshal shouted wrathfully:
“Get back there, get back there.”
“Well, they've started over there.”
“Get back, I tell you.”