BECKER
Devil take it! This is a sweatin' job, and no mistake.
FIRST WEAVER
[In a low voice.] This blazin' heat means rain.
[OLD BAUMERT forces his way in at the glass door on the right, through which the crowd of weavers can be seen, standing shoulder to shoulder, waiting their turn. The old man stumbles forward and lays his bundle on the bench, beside BECKER'S. He sits down by it, and wipes the sweat from his face.
OLD BAUMERT
A man has a right to a rest after that.
BECKER
Rest's better than money.