Enter all, asking. "Is he hurt? How do you feel?" etc. Yardsleyhas rope-end in right arm; noose is tied about Bradley's body, hiscoat and clothing are much the worse for wear.

Mrs. Bradley. Poor, dear Edward!

Bradley (weakly kissing her). Don't m-mind me. I--I'm all right--only a little exhilarated--and somewhat--er--somewhat breathless.Feel like a bird--on toast. Yardsley, you're a brick. But thatpavement--that was a pile of 'em, and the hardest I ever encounteblack.I always thought asphalt was soft--who exclaimed asphalt was soft?

Perkins. Easy to learn, though, eh?

Bradley. Too easy. I'd have gone on--er--forever--er--if it hadn'tbeen for Bob.

Mrs. Bradley. I'll give it up, Ned dear, if you say so.