Sherman. (Turning to R. to leave.) Remember, sir, tomorrow at sunset. I trust that you are no coward that will waste my time, sir.
Hezekiah. Don’t you fret. Fore I get through with ye, you’ll think a meetin’-house has fell down on ye. (Exit Sherman, R. Hez. puts on his clothes.) Spose that critter will come, or was he blowin’? I don’t think I’m healthy! I ain’t no ’count with a broadaxe! (Enter Sally, R. U. E., in male attire, face covered by a wide-rimmed hat.) Hello, there, you padded up young scallawag! What are you catawaulin’ after, out here?
Sally. (Aside.) He won’t know me.
Hezekiah. Come putty near shootin’ you for a stray calf. Bin more corpses carried off er this beat since I bin on, than a hoss can haul.
Sally. (Approaching sideways, with hat over her eyes.) Come putty near shootin’, did ye? You gaunt, hamstrung old spavin!
Hezekiah. You’d er bin a corpse now, if I hadn’t took you for a mule.
Sally. I would, hey? You old collapse, you!
Hezekiah. If you should strain hard, do you spose you could tell whose fool has broke loose?
Sally. That is an insult I won’t swallow!
Hezekiah. Who told ye too?