Hick. (looking toward C.). Here they come now. (Edges away.) I guess I’ll be goin’. I’ll be over after her in the mornin’, Hiram.
Hiram (catching him). No, you won’t, Hick. You kin take her home to-night.
Hick. You’ll have to lend me a rope, then.
Hiram (laughing). Oh, you won’t need no rope—not for the widder.
Bill. Might need one to hang himself with after he gits her.
(Laughs boisterously and executes funny business.)
Percy (to Hel.). A sort of roping-in game, I think.
Hel. It surely is.
Enter Susan, R. Excited voices outside at C.
Susan. What’s going on here? What does all this excitement mean, anyhow?