So far I work. No farther. Not one stroke!
The Other Slaves.
So I!—I follow his example!—I
Also! The word we stand by! All! Aye, all!
The Overseer.
[Furious.]
Accurséd dogs! But one more stone we need!
But one! [Changing to a placative tone.] One!
The Young Slave.
Quarry it yourself, then!... Here! [Offers the Overseer his pick.]