Voices. Waiter!—Garçon—Kellner—Three beers out here!—No beer?—What?—Say, that’s a fine bar—We’ll have some in a moment—Hurry up—Waiter!—Waiter!—Garçon!
First Policeman. Say, boy, you’re here again?
Boy. I wanted to take the stone away.
Policeman. What for?
Boy. So he shouldn’t get hurt so badly when he falls.
Second Policeman. The boy is right. We ought to remove the stone. We ought to clear the place altogether. Isn’t there any sawdust or sand about?
(Two English tourists enter. They look at the unknown man through field-glasses and exchange remarks.)
First Tourist. He’s young.
Second Tourist. How old?
First Tourist. Twenty-eight.