Paul Ruttledge. You in here stood it better than that.
Charlie Ward. When those common men drink it's what they fall down. They haven't the heads. They're not like us that have to keep heads and heels on us.
Paddy Cockfight. It's well we kept them out of this, or they'd be lying on the floor now, and there'd be no place for my poor bird to show himself off. Look at him now! Isn't he the beauty! [Takes out the cock.
Charlie Ward. Now boys, settle the place, put over those barrels out of that. [They push barrels into a row at back.] Paul, you sit on the bin the way you'll get a good view.
[A loud knock at the door. An authoritative voice outside.
Voice. Open this door.
Paddy Cockfight. That's Green, the Removable; I know his voice well!
Charlie Ward. Clear away, boys. Back with those cocks. There, throw that sack over the baskets. Quick, will ye!
Colonel Lawley. [Outside.] Open this door at once.
Mr. Green. [Outside.] I insist on this door being opened.