He’s founding the League. It’s nearly founded.
Lundestad.
[Who has quietly drawn near.] Are many putting down their names?
Aslaksen.
We’ve enrolled about seven-and-thirty, not counting widows and so forth. Pen and ink, I say! No waiters to be found!—that’s the fault of the local situation.
[Goes off behind the tent.
Lundestad.
Puh! It has been hot to-day.
Fieldbo.
I’m afraid we have hotter days to come.