BARSSEGH. Stretch it, you blockhead.
MICHO [
stretching the cotton
]. Three, four. [
Wipes the perspiration from his brow
.]
BARSSEGH. What is the matter with you? You sweat as though you had a mule-pack on your back.
MICHO. Five.
BARSSEGH. Pull it out more.
MICHO. Six and this little piece. It lacks three werschok again.