Sergeant: Don’t be a fool. I didn’t tell you to go that way; I told you to go back to the town.
Man: Back to the town, is it?
Sergeant: (Taking him by the shoulder and shoving him before him.) Here, I’ll show you the way. Be off with you. What are you stopping for?
Man: (Who has been keeping his eye on the notice, points to it.) I think I know what you’re waiting for, sergeant.
Sergeant: What’s that to you?
Man: And I know well the man you’re waiting for—I know him well—I’ll be going.
(He shuffles on.)
Sergeant: You know him? Come back here. What sort is he?
Man: Come back is it, sergeant? Do you want to have me killed?
Sergeant: Why do you say that?