(Tramp kicks barrel apart and tears out a couple of staves.)
Tramp. You start on the steps.
(They clear a path from door to off L.)
Horace. (As they work) I wonder how much we shall make?
Tramp. Sixpence or two if we’re in luck. Halves, partner?
Horace. Halves, if you say so. Halves, partner.
Tramp. Seems to me I’ve met you somewhere.
Horace. Thunder, he recognizes me! (Aside.)
Tramp. Didn’t I see you last August down Margate way with a piano-organ and a monkey?