Rokos.—I think they will not come! We will give them something else to think about!
Kralenec.—What is going to happen?
Tonicka.—I pray you, a little more quiet! Our Pepicek . .
Rokos.—That is true. The poor little unfortunate! (Quietly.) Now listen! We will put out all the fires, interrupt the work, and try to put a stop to all operations.
Kralenec.—That might help!
Kotora.—We intended to do it tomorrow . . .
Skarban.—But that accursed Merfajt was laughing at us in the tavern, taunting us with our uprising, saying it would soon come to an end! He has sent a telegram for the troops!
Tonicka (Frightened).—For the troops!
Kralenec (Overcome and dazed).—The troops! Why, they can’t as yet show the slightest reason for calling them!
Kotora.—But they scent trouble ahead!
Rokos (With emphasis).—And so everything must be done at once. All the miners are gathering at the mines . . .
Tonicka.—And what about those who relented?
Rokos.—A few of those fine birds will stay at home, but they do not dare to come out openly against us. (To Kralenec.) And as soon as we are assembled at the mine, we will go in a body to the company, and try to bring the superintendent and Merfajt to some kind of terms.
Tonicka.—And if they will not be reasonable?
Rokos.—Then there will be trouble, serious trouble. So come with us!
Kralenec.—I will follow you, but just now I must stay at home.
Rokos.—Why?
Kralenec.—They might come to throw out my furniture,—and that I will not allow!
Rokos.—That must be prevented. Come, brothers! All our men will be gathered together in a few minutes, and (to Kralenec) we will try to protect you! (Leaves with Kotora and Trnka.)
Kralenec.—God be with you!
