Carlos. Deer? Ho, ho, ho! They’re purty well; but we’re out on ’em jist now.
Dolby. Well, a buffalo or two.
Carlos. Ho, ho, ho!
Dolby. Hang it! don’t stand there grinning; let’s shoot something quick. [Exit C. and off L.
Carlos (aside). Darned if I don’t take him down into Buffalo Bill’s paster. He’ll shoot the fence quicker than scat. [Exit C.
Mrs. C. Now that the dog is out of the way, I suppose you can have no objection to—
Charles. By the way, Jenny, I’d nearly forgotten it; but Mrs. Jenks, our neighbor, was here just now, and her baby’s taken sick—awful; wants you. It’s got a sudden attack of squills, I think she said.
Mrs. C. Indeed! I’ll run over at once; that is, if you can spare me.
Charles. O, certainly—that is, no—yes. They’re not catching, are they?
Mrs. C. I think not. Good-bye (goes up C.). (Aside) There’s something wrong with Charley. I’ll not go far. [Exit C.