Roy. Halloa! Halloa! What’s the matter?
May. Enemy! what enemy?
Bess. Marcus, have you been drinking?
Roy. I told you he was up late. Well, old fellow, who is the enemy?
Mar. The terror of housekeepers! the devourer of cold meats! the robber of the clothes-line! Hush! “take heed! whisper low”——the tramp.
Roy. Oh!
Bess. Ah!
May. Indeed!
Mar. Yes. I met a true type of the fraternity half a mile below. He stopped my horse, and begged money. I always make short work of these fellows, so tossed him a quarter and rode on. He turned into that shanty set apart for the entertainment of man and beast, and no doubt will pour entertainment down his throat in beastly style. So look out, Manning. He may pay you a visit.