When he grew tired of standing he could cross the street and rest on a low bench that encircled one of the eucalyptus trees.

Here were other waiters without the pale, usually men of strongly marked features, with a tendency to extremes in stature or hair or beards or noses, and not conspicuously neat in attire.

These, he discovered, were extras awaiting employment, many of them Mexicans or strange-appearing mongrels, with a sprinkling of Negroes.

Often he could have recruited there a band of outlaws for desperate deeds over the border.

He did not fraternize with these waifs, feeling that his was another plane.
He had spent three days thus about the studio gate when he learned of the existence of another entrance.