Alon. No.
Aug. Then watch me slug him. [Walks back and taps Alphonso on the shoulder.] I’d like to see you for a moment, Alphonso; excuse him, Stumpy.
Stumpy. Oh, yes, tell him not to hurry back.
[Augustus and Alphonso walk over to front of stage.
Aug. You know Charlie Gilsey?
Alph. Well; my mother washes for him.
Aug. The other night Charlie went out on a corker. Got full of jig-water, felt uproarious, went around and stole a lot of front doors and two or three sidewalks. By-and-by the police caught him, locked him up in the Tombs. The disgrace drove Charlie cranky.
Alph. Cranky!
Aug. Yes, he went off of his caboose.