CHAUFFEUR.

What!

SECOND SENTRY.

He's got his match in this man Williams.

CHAUFFEUR.

C-h-rist!

FIRST SENTRY.

Figure it out yourself.

(_He sees Wes Dicey who, with Jim King and Rome Masters, has just come in, right_)

What do you want?

DICEY.

He knows me.

CHAUFFEUR.

He's all right.

(_Careful to keep out of sight of the shacks on the slope, Dicey and his companions whisper together near the fence. The Second Sentry, as though he had been neglecting his duty, goes out right, patrolling his beat_)

FIRST SENTRY.

It's easy enough To figure it out, I say. There's thirteen men Returned to work in five weeks. In an hour You calculate four hundred will return.

You fellows couldn't count nine pins for me.

(_Dicey and his companions pull their hats down over their eyes, their collars up about their necks, and make briskly for the gate_)

FIRST SENTRY.

(_Starts back on his beat_)

Talk of a man like that running the State.

He'd better learn to run his business first.

(_George Egerton, looking spick and span, comes out of the mill-yard, putting on one of his gloves. He glances at Dicey and his companions as they pa.s.s in. Suddenly he turns and whistles after them and saunters back into the mill-yard as if to speak with them_)

GEORGE EGERTON.

(_Coming out a little later_)

O Jack, will you tell mother----

CHAUFFEUR.

Yes, sir.

GEORGE EGERTON.

(_Provoked_)

What?

Why do you put it that way? Now I've forgot.

(_Continues putting on his glove_)

Tell mother I've inquired of the men And they've seen nothing of him.

CHAUFFEUR.

Yes, sir.

GEORGE EGERTON.

What?

CHAUFFEUR.

Nothing of Harry, sir.

GEORGE EGERTON.

(_Walks left, then comes back_)

Jack.

CHAUFFEUR.

Yes, sir.

GEORGE EGERTON.

Jack.

(_Looks over in the car_)

Did you find any hair-pins in the car This morning?

CHAUFFEUR.