He
tries to fight but is clubbed to the pavement and fallen upon. The
crowd at the window have not moved or noticed this disturbance.
The clanging gong of the patrol wagon approaches with a clamoring
din.]
[Curtain]
SCENE VI
SCENE--Night of the following day. A row of cells in the prison
on Blackwells Island. The cells extend back diagonally from right
front to left rear. They do not stop, but disappear in the dark
background as if they ran on, numberless, into infinity. One
electric bulb from the low ceiling of the narrow corridor sheds
its light through the heavy steel bars of the cell at the extreme
front and reveals part of the interior. YANK can be seen within,
crouched on the edge of his cot in the attitude of Rodin's "The
Thinker." His face is spotted with black and blue bruises. A
blood-stained bandage is wrapped around his head.
YANK--[Suddenly starting as if awakening from a dream, reaches out
and shakes the bars--aloud to himself, wonderingly.] Steel. Dis is
de Zoo, huh? [A burst of hard, barking laughter comes from the
unseen occupants of the cells, runs back down the tier, and
abruptly ceases.]
VOICES--[Mockingly.] The Zoo? That's a new name for this coop--a
damn good name! Steel, eh? You said a mouthful. This is the old
iron house.
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