TRAVERS. He can't get here till to-night, on account of the wash-outs—I'm going to risk it.
KELLY. Well, I quit you.
TRAVERS. I risk more than you.
KELLY. All right, but you don't risk me. You went in the car, like a blamed fool, without a thing on your face—
VILLAGERS at door.
TRAVERS. Be careful.
KELLY. Careful? I skip.
They turn up right. Enter JIM.
BOLLINGER. Hello, Jim—Louisiana?
JIM. No. [Kneels by dog-box.