(Dan and Finnegan seize Greenbax, and thrust him into the coat.)
Green. Oh, you shall suffer for this!
Fin. We do, my darlint; now for your crown. (Claps hat on his head.) Ivery inch a king!
Dan. Now, then, for Smellin’ Bottle. (Seizes Hartshorn.)
Harts. Good gwacious! I’m innocent; I am indeed! I’m only a poor diwector.
Fin. Thin come here directly. (Seizes him, puts on coat and hat, he all the time protesting.)
Green. Oh, if there is any law, you shall suffer for this!
Hard. Is that car going?
Dan. Directly. We’ve procured a driver and conductor, and now we’re off. Come, Pat, lead off with the prez—I mean driver.