Ned. Don’t speak of it. You don’t know how much good it did me. Does he, Mary?
Jarius. Jes’ so. If it did you any good, give the credit where it belongs—to Henry Douglas, for he struck the blow.
Douglas. ’Tis false.
Jarius. It’s the truth, for I saw the act. I didn’t tell on it, for I wanted a p’int agin Douglas. To-morrow I shall make a charge of assault with intent to kill. It’s hung two years, but I guess it’s strong enough to do some execution.
Douglas. You have no witnesses. Your charge will fall to the ground, Mr. Jarius Jordan. You have outwitted me, but you must confess I have plotted safely. There’s not a point you’ve found to convict me of crime. You are rather keen. Try it. If I have failed in my attempt to ruin the family of the renowned shoemaker, John Nutter, I have still the satisfaction of retiring from the field with a very handsome profit in the shape of your check for a thousand dollars, which I shall expect to receive before night. Good day, all. Nutter, I leave you to join the hands of your daughter and her accomplished lover. Give them your blessing, and send me a card. (At door.) Ha, ha, farewell to Cobbler’s Paradise! (Exit, C.)
Sally. (Runs up to door.) Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Jarius. Sally, Sally, don’t do that. (Runs after her, and brings her down C.)
Sally. Jarius Jerden, if there’s a Yankee angel, you’re the critter.
Jarius. Sally, I want to ask you—that is—I’m going to—Consarn it! Sally, will you marry me? Phew! it’s out at last!