LEANDER.
I am getting confused, but still I won't yield the victory to you.
[Enter HINZE.]
JACKPUD.
Sir Hunter, a word! (HINZE approaches, they whisper.)
HINZE. If it's nothing more than that. (He takes off his boots, climbs up the pole, then takes the hat, jumps down, then puts his boots on again.)
JACKPUD.
Victory! Victory!
KING.
The deuce! How clever the hunter is!