SECOND LONGSHOREMAN--Same here. [Johnny sets two glasses of barrel
whiskey before them.]

FIRST LONGSHOREMAN--Here's luck! [The other nods. They gulp down
their whiskey.]

SECOND LONGSHOREMAN--[Putting money on the bar.] Give us another.

FIRST LONGSHOREMAN--Gimme a scoop this time--lager and porter.
I'm dry.

SECOND LONGSHOREMAN--Same here. [Johnny draws the lager and porter
and sets the big, foaming schooners before them. They drink down
half the contents and start to talk together hurriedly in low
tones. The door on the left is swung open and Larry enters. He is
a boyish, red-cheeked, rather good-looking young fellow of twenty
or so.]

LARRY--[Nodding to Johnny--cheerily.] Hello, boss.

JOHNNY--Hello, Larry. [With a glance at his watch.] Just on time.
[LARRY goes to the right behind the bar, takes off his coat, and
puts on an apron.]

FIRST LONGSHOREMAN--[Abruptly.] Let's drink up and get back to it.
[They finish their drinks and go out left. The POSTMAN enters as
they leave. He exchanges nods with JOHNNY and throws a letter on
the bar.]