Man: I am a friend of Granuaile. There is a hundred pounds on my head.
Sergeant: It’s a pity, it’s a pity!
Man: Will you let me pass, or must I make you let me?
Sergeant: I am in the force. I will not let you pass.
Man: I thought to do it with my tongue. (Puts hand in breast.) What is that?
(Voice of Policeman X outside:) Here, this is where we left him.
Sergeant: It’s my comrades coming.
Man: You won’t betray me ... the friend of Granuaile. (Slips behind barrel.)
(Voice of Policeman B:) That was the last of the placards.
Policeman X: (As they come in.) If he makes his escape it won’t be unknown he’ll make it.