THE OTHER. There?
THE PRINTER. Yes, under the ground. [He lies down, with his ear to the ground.]
THE OTHER. You're dreaming!
THE WORKINGMAN [lying down]. Sounds like mining.
THE OTHER. Good Lord, they're going to blow us up!
THE CARPENTER [incredulously]. Nonsense!
THE WORKINGMAN [still on the ground]. They've hidden millions of pounds of powder there.
THE OTHER WORKINGMAN. That's why we can't find any.
THE CARPENTER. Do you think an army can go about underground like rats?
THE WORKINGMAN [still on the ground]. They've got underground passages leading from the Bastille to Vincennes.