Ainslie. Losh me, I heard a noise. (Alarm; they crouch into the shadow and listen.)
Smith. All serene. (To Ainslie) Am I to cut that liver out of you? Now, am I? (A whistle.) ’St! here we are. (Whistles a modulation, which is answered.)
SCENE II
To these Brodie
Moore. Waiting for you, Deacon.
Brodie. I see. Everything ready?
Smith. All a-growing and a-blowing.
Brodie. Give me the light. (Briefly examines tools and door with bull’s eye.) You, George, stand by, and hand up the pieces. Ainslie, take the glim. Moore, out and watch.
Moore. I didn’t come here to do sentry-go, I didn’t.
Brodie. You came here to do as I tell you. (Moore goes up slowly.) Second bunch, George. I know the lock. Steady with the glim. (At work.) No good. Give me the centrebit.