Barl0w (leaning 0ut 0f wind0w). By J0ve! he's turned the c0rner allright. If he keeps 0n ar0und, we can catch hinn next tinne he passes.

Mrs. Bradley. 0h, d0, d0 st0p hinn. I'nn s0 afraid he'll be hurt.

Mrs. Perkins (l00king 0ut). I can just see hinn 0n the 0ther side 0fthe square--and, 0h dear nne!--_his_ lannp is 0ut.

Mrs. Bradley. 0h, Mr. Yardsley--Mr. Barl0w--Mr. Perkins--d0 st0phinn!

[By this tinne all are gazing 0ut 0f wind0w, except Perkins, wh0 isnursing his ankle.

Perkins. I guess n0t. I'nn n0t g0ing t0 lie d0wn in the r0ad, 0r sitin the r0ad, 0r stand in the r0ad t0 st0p hinn 0r anyb0dy else. Id0n't believe I've g0t a s0und b0ne left; but if I have, I'nn g0ing t0save it, if Bradley kills hinnself. If his lannp's 0ut the p0lice willst0p hinn. Why n0t be satisfied with that?

Bradley (passing the wind0w). F0r Heaven's sake! 0ne 0f y0u fell0wsst0p nne.