POLICEMAN. They tried, but they couldn't. Our ladders are too short.
SECOND TOURIST. Has he been here long?
POLICEMAN. Two days.
FIRST TOURIST. Aha! He'll drop at night.
SECOND TOURIST. In two hours. A hundred to a hundred.
FIRST TOURIST. Put it down. [_He shouts to the man on the rock._] How
are you feeling? What? I can't hear you.
UNKNOWN MAN [_in a scarcely audible voice_]. Bad, very bad.
LADY. Oh, heavens, and my husband is not here!
LITTLE GIRL [_running in_]. Papa said he'll get here in plenty of time.
He's playing chess.
LADY. Oh, heavens! Nellie, tell him he must come. I insist. But perhaps
I had rather--Will he fall soon, Mr. Policeman? No? Nellie, you go. I'll
stay here and keep the place for papa.
[_A tall, lanky woman of unusually independent and military
appearance and a tourist dispute for the same place. The tourist,
a short, quiet, rather weak man, feebly defends his rights; the
woman is resolute and aggressive._]
TOURIST. But, lady, it is my place. I have been standing here for two
hours.
MILITARY WOMAN. What do I care how long you have been standing here. I
want this place. Do you understand? It offers a good view, and that's
just what I want. Do you understand?
TOURIST [_weakly_]. It's what I want, too.
MILITARY WOMAN. I beg your pardon, what do you know about these things
anyway?
TOURIST. What knowledge is required? A man will fall. That's all.
MILITARY WOMAN [_mimicking_]. "A man will fall. That's all." Won't you
have the goodness to tell me whether you have ever seen a man fall? No?
Well, I did. Not one, but three. Two acrobats, one rope-walker and three
aëronauts.
TOURIST. That makes six.
MILITARY WOMAN [_mimicking_]. "That makes six." Say, you are a
mathematical prodigy. And did you ever see a tiger tear a woman to
pieces in a zoo, right before your eyes? Eh? What? Yes, exactly. Now, I
did--Please! Please!
[_The tourist steps aside, shrugging his shoulders with an air of
injury, and the tall woman triumphantly takes possession of the
stone she has won by her prowess. She sits down, spreading out
around her her bag, handkerchief, peppermints, and medicine
bottle, takes off her gloves and wipes her field-glass, glancing
pleasantly on all around. Finally she turns to the lady who is
waiting for her husband in the café_].
MILITARY WOMAN [_amiably_]. You will tire yourself out, dear. Why don't
you sit down?
LADY. Oh, my, don't talk about it. My legs are as stiff as that rock
there.
MILITARY WOMAN. Men are so rude nowadays. They will never give their
place to a woman. Have you brought peppermints with you?
LADY [_frightened_]. No. Why? Is it necessary?
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