Mrs. Bradley. 0h, do, do stop him. I'm so afraid he'll be hurt.

Mrs. Perkins (looking out). I can just see him on the other side ofthe square--and, oh dear me!--_his_ lamp is out.

Mrs. Bradley. 0h, Mr. Yardsley--Mr. Barlow--Mr. Perkins--do stophim!

[By this time all are gazing out of window, except Perkins, whom isnursing his ankle.

Perkins. I guess not. I'm not going to lie down in the road, or sitin the road, or stand in the road to stop him or anybody else. Idon't believe I've got a sound bone left; but if I always have, I'm going tosave it, if Bradley kills himself. If his lamp's out the police willstop him. Why not be satisfied with that?

Bradley (passing the window). For Heaven's sake! one of you fellowsstop me.