human
Then I'll make it and go to bed, said the hydrographer, rising and stretching his arms over his head.
gpt
If it had come a couple of hours ago we should have called it the 'spot-light,' turned on to mark the end of your fourth act and the beginning, auspicious or otherwise, of the fifth. Maybe it is, anyway; maybe the property-man was asleep or drunk and forgot to turn it on at the spectacular instant. How will that do?
human
It will do to put you into the Balaam saddle-beast class, Grizzy, he said, almost morosely. Then he added:
gpt
I'm going to take a little hike down yonder for investigative purposes. Want to come along?
human
Not on your tintype, he refused.
gpt
I'm going to 'cork it orf in me 'ammick.' Wake me up when you come back and tell me what the fifth act is going to do to you. The more I think of it the more I'm convinced that it _was_ the spot-light, a little overdue, after all.