Second Tourist. Twenty-six. Fright has made him look older.
First Tourist. How much will you bet?
Second Tourist. Ten to a hundred. Put it down.
First Tourist (writing in his note-book. To the policeman). How did he got up there? Why don’t they take him off?
Policeman. They tried, but they couldn’t. Our ladders are too short.
Second Tourist. Has he been here long?
Policeman. Two days.
First Tourist. Aha! He’ll drop at night.
Second Tourist. In two hours. A hundred to a hundred.
First Tourist. Put it down. (He shouts to the man on the rock.) How are you feeling? What? I can’t hear you.