LANE. [Letting the rope go and making a dive for the boys.] I'll show you, you——
[They rush out, Mrs. Bauer stands despairingly in the doorway shaking her clasped hands.
MRS. BAUER. Those are Nies's boys.
LANE. Regular toughs! Call the cop and have 'em pinched if they don't stop it.
MRS. BAUER. If my man hears them—you know—there'll be more trouble.
LANE. The boss ought to make it hot for them.
MRS. BAUER. Such trouble!
LANE. [Starts to go.] Well—luck to the boss.
MRS. BAUER. There ain't no such thing as luck for us.
LANE. Aw, come on....