Hezekiah. Say, Sal. I bin lonesomer than a stray ghost, I ain’t seen you for so long. Tell us all about what’s goin’ on ter home. Has Ike Spaulding shingled his woodshed yet? What’s come of Preposterous Perkins and Mercy Ann Stubbs? S’pose they’ve got a whole family by this time.
Sally. (Covering her face.) Now, Hez., ain’t you ’shamed er yourself!
Hezekiah. Has Suke Peabody and old Inkhorn tied up yet?
Sally. Course they have.
Hezekiah. Suke don’t care any more for that old mummy, than she does for our old farrer cow. She jest wants ter get her fingers in on his money, then she’ll pizen him ter death in less’n a week. If she don’t she’s got more endurance than a mule.
Sally. Ain’t he soft on her, though?
Hezekiah. Soft? You can stab him with a cat’s tail, and not ruffle a feather. (A shot from R.) Jehosafat! Them Johnnies are comin’. Let’s get out. (Attempts to push her out, L.)
Sally. (Drawing knife and revolver.) Hold on, Hez. Let me get a lick at them fellers.
Hezekiah. (Pushing her out L.) You get out! You do no nothin’ about war. (Disappears L. Enter rebel soldiers R, and cross to L. Exit all L.)