De chillen’ll have plenty-a room ter play. An’ I kin take a day off now an’ go huntin’. (Wistfully.) Still got-a lot-a possums down ’roun’ dere.
LUCY BELLE
Is dey—?
SAM
Heaps. (With a sigh.) Yas, indeedy! We gwine down dere—an’ live right!
(The footsteps of someone coming rapidly down the alley arrest them. Lucy Belle gives a start. They both listen intently. The door, Back, suddenly bursts open and Jeff Bisbee dashes in. He halts abruptly upon discovering Sam and stares at him—his face distorted with rage. Sam breaks away from Lucy Belle and starts at him—menacingly.)
SAM (at the top of his voice)
Git out-a yere!
(Lucy Belle gives a cry of anguish and fear and draws back, toward Left, cowering.)
JEFF (drawing a knife and snapping open the blade)