Buffe [laughing]. Those boys are always fighting.
Hammer. But they can't live without each other.
Buffe [to Hammer]. Aren't you lonely since Kruger died?
Hammer. It is lonesome sometimes, but I have more room now.
Buffe. My wrists are so full of rheumatism I can hardly bend them any more.
Hammer. There's something the matter with all of us. How is your throat, Helms?
Helms. Pretty good. [There is silence again.]
Hansen. Fine weather to-day.
Johnston. Regular birthday weather.
Hammer. On my birthday it always rains.