AMERICAN. [Addressing the OFFICIAL] Now, see here. 'Pears to me you don't suspicion just how beautiful this is. Here we have a man giving his life for that old baby that's got no claim on him. This is not a baby of his own making. No, sir, this is a very Christ-like proposition in the gentleman. OFFICIAL. Put ze baby down, or ich will goummand someone it to do. AMERICAN. That will be very interesting to watch. OFFICIAL. [To POLICEMAN] Dake it vrom him. [The POLICEMAN mutters, but does not.] AMERICAN. [To the German] Guess I lost that. GERMAN. He say he is not his officier. AMERICAN. That just tickles me to death. OFFICIAL. [Looking round] Vill nobody dake ze Bub'? ENGLISHWOMAN. [Moving a step faintly] Yes--I---- ENGLISHMAN. [Grasping her arm]. By Jove! Will you! OFFICIAL. [Gathering himself for a great effort to take the BABY, and advancing two steps] Zen I goummand you--[He stops and his voice dies away] Zit dere! AMERICAN. My! That's wonderful. What a man this is! What a sublime sense of duty! [The DUTCH YOUTH laughs. The OFFICIAL turns on him, but as he does so the MOTHER of the Busy is seen hurrying.] MOTHER. 'Ach! Ach! Mei' Bubi'! [Her face is illumined; she is about to rush to the LITTLE MAN.] OFFICIAL. [To the POLICEMAN] 'Nimm die Frau'! [The POLICEMAN catches hold of the WOMAN.] OFFICIAL. [To the frightened WOMAN] 'Warum haben Sie einen Buben mit Typhus mit ausgebracht'? AMERICAN. [Eagerly, from his perch] What was that? I don't want to miss any. GERMAN. He say: Why did you a baby with typhus with you bring out? AMERICAN. Well, that's quite a question. [He takes out the field-glasses slung around him and adjusts them on the BABY.] MOTHER. [Bewildered] Mei' Bubi--Typhus--aber Typhus? [She shakes her head violently] 'Nein, nein, nein! Typhus'! OFFICIAL. Er hat Typhus. MOTHER. [Shaking her head] 'Nein, nein, nein'! AMERICAN. [Looking through his glasses] Guess she's kind of right! I judge the typhus is where the baby' slobbered on the shawl, and it's come off on him. [The DUTCH YOUTH laughs.] OFFICIAL. [Turning on him furiously] Er hat Typhus. AMERICAN. Now, that's where you slop over. Come right here. [The OFFICIAL mounts, and looks through the glasses.] AMERICAN. [To the LITTLE MAN] Skin out the baby's leg. If we don't locate spots on that, it'll be good enough for me. [The LITTLE MAN fumbles Out the BABY'S little white foot.] MOTHER. Mei' Bubi! [She tries to break away.] AMERICAN. White as a banana. [To the OFFICIAL--affably] Guess you've made kind of a fool of us with your old typhus. OFFICIAL. Lass die Frau! [The POLICEMAN lets her go, and she rushes to her BABY.] MOTHER. Mei' Bubi! [The BABY, exchanging the warmth of the LITTLE MAN for the momentary chill of its MOTHER, wails.] OFFICIAL. [Descending and beckoning to the POLICEMAN] 'Sie wollen den Herrn accusiren'?