Myers. Now look here, Brightly; when I take a liking I am willing to pay for it. I am going to make you an offer you won’t refuse—twenty-five hundred!
Brightly. You had better wait and see if you get by Hood in the morning.
Myers. I shall kill him at the first shot.
Brightly. But he fires once, himself.
Myers. He will die too soon for that. I have never found it necessary to fire twice. The other man always forgets to finish his business.
Brightly. Why, Myers, you hain’t no more idea of what there is in that gal, than you have of kingdom come. (Blows a whistle, and Zina dashes in R, looking inquiringly.) Ain’t that jest the handsomest piece of furnicher ye ever looked at?
Myers. Beautiful!
Brightly. Now I jest want you to hear her sing. Now, little one, hoe in. Do yer handsomest, and I’ll give yer four days off.
Zina. Oh please, master, I feel so bad today. (Falling on her knees and covering her face.)
Brightly (Rising and drawing a whip from under his coat.) Ah ha! Sulks again? Niggers don’t say won’t to me.