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THE
RETRIEVER
:
(
Barking
furiously
.
)
Ute
ute
ute
ute
ute
ute
ute
ute
.
THE
CROWD
:
Let
him
up
!
Don
’
t
strike
him
when
he
’
s
down
!
Air
!
Who
?
The
soldier
hit
him
.
He
’
s
a
professor
.
Is
he
hurted
?
Don
’
t
manhandle
him
!
He
’
s
fainted
!
A
HAG
:
What
call
had
the
redcoat
to
strike
the
gentleman
and
he
under
the
influence
.
Let
them
go
and
fight
the
Boers
!
THE
BAWD
:
Listen
to
who
’
s
talking
!
Hasn
’
t
the
soldier
a
right
to
go
with
his
girl
?
He
gave
him
the
coward
’
s
blow
.
(
They
grab
at
each
other
’
s
hair
,
claw
at
each
other
and
spit
.
)
THE
RETRIEVER
:
(
Barking
.
)
Wow
wow
wow
.
BLOOM
:
(
Shoves
them
back
,
loudly
.
)
Get
back
,
stand
back
!
PRIVATE
COMPTON
:
(
Tugging
his
comrade
.
)
Here
.
Bugger
off
,
Harry
.
Here
’
s
the
cops
!
(
Two
raincaped
watch
,
tall
,
stand
in
the
group
.
)
FIRST
WATCH
:
What
’
s
wrong
here
?
PRIVATE
COMPTON
:
We
were
with
this
lady
.
