Barney. Sure an' one of them can bunk with me.
Jack. I'll take the other in my bunk.
Mike. If it's blankets they're wantin' they're welcome to mine.
Ben. Dey's lots ob blankets, gen'lemen! I'll fix 'em a place tergedder as sof' as a fedder-bed!
[Pepper comes forward.
Harry [under his breath]. 'Ere's the h'old h'ogre wot'll scare 'em to death.
Pepper [with unexpected amiability]. That's right, Ben, make 'em up a good bed in the sleeping-tent with the extra blankets. What do you fellows suppose their marm's thinking, about now? [Exit Ben.] You kids, did you say you ran away?
Bub [a little frightened]. Ye-es, sir—we couldn't help it. You see—our folks is strict. They never went to circuses, and they don't let their boys go.
Pepper. Well, has your folks got a telephone?—most farmers've got 'em these days.