Pastor. What? Is he still living? Oh, there he is! What fakirs those Salvationists are.
Voices. Don’t you know that he is bound?
Pastor. Bound! Bound to what? To life? Well, we are all bound to life until death snaps the cord. But whether he is bound or not bound, I reconciled him with heaven, and that’s enough. But those fakirs—
Tourist. Policeman! Policeman, you must draw up an official report. There is no way out of it.
Military Woman (going for the hotel owner). I will not allow myself to be fooled. I saw an aeronaut drop from the clouds and go crash upon a roof. I saw a tiger tear a woman to pieces—
Photographer. I spoiled three films photographing that scamp. You will have to answer for this, sir. I will hold you responsible.
Tourist. An official report! An official report! Such a bare-faced deception. Mary, Jimmie, Aleck, Charlie, call a policeman.
Hotel Keeper (drawing back, in despair). But, I can’t make him fall if he doesn’t want to. I did everything in my power, ladies and gentlemen!
Military Woman. I will not allow it.
Hotel Keeper. Excuse me. I promise you on my word of honor that the next time he will fall. But he doesn’t want to, to-day.