Trumps. Hire the men at the new prices.
Green. Never! I said I wouldn’t, and I won’t, if no cars run to-day.
Trumps. Very well, sir; I have done all I can do. (Exit.)
Hard. Are we going down to-day or not?
Green. I wish you was down where you belong, with all my heart. (Louder.) Very warm to-day, sir.
Hard. Hey?
Green. It’s very warm to-day.
Hard. Pay? I’ll pay you if you don’t start that car soon. (Goes up to table and sits.)
Green. O, pshaw! it’s no use talking to him. Well, Hartshorn, what’s to be done?