FATTY (trying to light a
cigarette in the pelting rain). I
feel nothing.
BUSTER (laughing at his
predicament): You are wet through
and through.
FATTY (in despair): As is my cigarette!
BUSTER (looking away with a
pained expression on his face):
You are a futile man!
FATTY (imploring): Come. Help me light my cigarette.
BUSTER: You learn nothing from rain.
FATTY (dejected): No.
BUSTER: Or from repetition.
FATTY (abject): No. But I now know this: you are only a ghost-friend.
BUSTER (removing his coat): Here is my raincoat. Go under it and light your cigarette in
its warm cave.
FATTY (taking the coat and
fumbling with his matches):
And if it fails to light?
BUSTER: Then you will return my coat to me and
leave me—for this coat was all I had to teach you.
FATTY: It will light (he strikes a hundred
matches under the shelter of the coat, but none will take fire). It will not light. Goodbye then, ghost-friend.
BUSTER: You cannot say goodbye, because I am no
longer here. (he loudly stomps
off; but soon stops and turns back to Fatty). You see how I am gone?
FATTY: Yes, quite gone.
Both actors follow one
another off the stage.
The audience is still.