[Comes downstairs, still carrying the stable pail; stops on his way through the entry-room.] Come On! all of you that is not cowardly scoundrels!—hurrah!
[He dashes out, followed by LUISE, JAEGER, and others, all shouting "Hurrah!"
BECKER
Good-bye, then, father Hilse; well see each other again.
[Is going.
OLD HILSE
I doubt that. I've not five years to live, and that'll be the soonest you'll get out.
BECKER
[Stops, not understanding.] Out o' what, father Hilse?