"Hi, Charlie!" he yelled.
"'Ullo! That you, Ted?" came the reply from above.
"Ruddy drum's stuck," yelled the drummer, equally hot and exasperated.
"Woooot?" bawled Charlie.
"Ruddy drum won't go up," cried Ted.
"All right, you stay down there, you can 'ear us and keep time," was the response.
The drummer subsided on to a sack of potatoes. Mr. Hearty approached him.
"What are you doing here? You're not my band," he said, eyeing the man apprehensively.
The drummer looked up with the insolence of a man who sees before him indecision.
"Who the blinkin' buttercups said we was?" he demanded.