Vermont. Silas Steele, are you mad? One,—your mother.
Silas. Oh! then the widow and Abigail and the boys and the kid—
Vermont. Well, what of them?
Silas. Are they relatives of yours?
Vermont. I have but one relative in this part of the country, and he seems to be little better than a fool.
Silas. Mother says he takes after his dad. (Aside.) I guess the old gent's all right, after all.
Vermont. Look here, Silas. (Leads him down C.) Where did you learn that trip by which you threw me last night?
Silas. Oh! from Parson Bunker. Remember the parson, don't you?
Vermont (aside). I thought so,—the wrestling angel.