Official. Sie müssen—you must. [The Little Man glowers, in silence.]
Englishman [in background—muttering]. Good man!
German. His spirit ever denies; er will nicht.
Official [again making his gesture]. Aber er muss! [The Little Man makes a face at him.] Sag' ihm: Instantly put down baby, and komm' mit us. [The Baby wails.]
Little Man. Leave the poor ill baby here alone? Be-be-be-d—d first!
American [jumping onto a trunk—with enthusiasm]. Bully! [The English clap their hands; the Dutch Youth laughs. The Official is muttering, greatly incensed.]
American. What does that body-snatcher say?
German. He say this man use the baby to save himself from arrest. Very smart—he say.
American. I judge you do him an injustice. [Showing off the Little Man with a sweep of his arm.] This is a vurry white man. He's got a black baby, and he won't leave it in the lurch. Guess we would all act noble, that way, give us the chance. [The Little Man rises, holding out the Baby, and advances a step or two. The half-moon at once gives, increasing its size; the American climbs onto a higher trunk. The Little Man retires and again sits down.]
American [addressing the Official]. Guess you'd better go out of business and wait for the mother.