_Schmidt (rushes back)._ All right! Now I got a police! I show you!
You come und rob a man! I show you!

_Policeman (enters Center; a big red-faced Irishman)._ An' phat's
this, now?

_Schmidt._ Policeman, you arrest him und you take him to jail. He
comes by my place und he eats my food und den he tells me he don't
pay me.

_Policeman (to Jack)._ Phat's the matter wid yez?

_Jack._ Officer, I had to have something to eat--I was starving. I
have walked the streets for two days, begging for a job, and I've
not been able to earn a penny. I was desperate.

_Policeman (grasping Jack)._ Where do yez live, young divvil?

_Jack._ I've come from--a long way off. And I've been
unfortunate--lost my money. I've tried my best. I'm willing to
work----

_Policeman._ Why didn't yez ask him for work?

_Schmidt._ I don't vant his vork. I vant his money, or you takes him
to jail.

_Policeman._ An' phat might his bill be?

_Jack._ Thirty-five cents.