Fin. Faith, that I will. (Exit, R.)
Green. I protest against this proceeding. You are trespassing upon the premises of the Broadaxe Railroad.
Dan. Oh, simmer down, now; your turn will come soon.
(Enter Finnegan, R., with a couple of dirty old overcoats and a couple of shocking bad hats.)
Fin. Here you are.
Dan. Now, Smellin’ Bottle, jump into this. (Holding up the dirtiest overcoat.)
Harts. Good gwacious! what a howible coat! No, nevaw; twy the pwesident. (Dodges behind Greenbax.)
Dan. All right. (Seizes Greenbax.) Prez, jump in.
Green. No; I will submit to no such outrage. I am the president of this corporation.
Fin. Thin we’ll invist you wid this robe of office.