Moselle. Yes, on one condition.
Dick. Name it.
Moselle (darting up run). That you catch me before I reach the big bowlder.
Dick. Catch me losing you. (Exit up run.)
(Enter Tom R. 2 E.)
Tom. Dick, where's my knife? (Looks round.) Gone! The cabin is upside down, no hatchet, no knife; nice housekeeper to leave when one goes a journey. There's his pack, and I want my knife; so, Master Dick, by your leave—(Picks up pack, and is at work on the strap; enter Agnes from cabin.)
Agnes. I wonder what keeps Moselle.
Tom (rises, and removes his hat). Miss Fairlee!
Agnes. O Mr. Carew! the very man I was thinking of.
Tom. Were you? That's odd—no, even—for I was thinking of you: in fact, I've done little else but think of you. (Confused, takes up pack.) No: I don't mean that—confound this strap!—you see, my partner has left every thing in confusion: he's no housekeeper.