Ned. I know. Some of them paid and some didn’t. The balance is on the wrong side, for your money has vanished, and there’s a mortgage of a thousand dollars on your property, which he holds. Pretty friend he!
John. Well, what of it? Them as win must expect to lose sometimes. It’s no use your talkin’ agin him. He’s smart, and he’ll help me out, with a handsome profit, when the time comes right.
Ned. And for his sake you refuse to let Mary marry the man of her choice?
John. He was the man of her choice. I’m only a givin’ him justice. Now look a-here, Ned; let’s have no more of this. I think a heap of you. You’re a smart workman; and I’d like to see you married. Mary’s already engaged. (Rises.) Think no more of her. If you want a smart wife,
Enter Jarius, C.
take Sally Peeslee. She’s a bouncer. (Exit, L.)
Jarius. (Aside.) Jes’ so. Guess I didn’t come back any tew soon. (Aloud.) Ned!
Ned. (Turning, sees Jarius.) Jarius Jordan!
Jarius. Jes’ so. Heow air yer, young feller? (Shake hands.) And heow’s everybody?