(Enter Moselle, C.)
Moselle. Lucky Tom. How much does it weigh? (Agnes and Tom separate.) What are you doing with my teacher, Tom? Has she set you conjugating? I love—you love—or do you both love? I guess if you'd had as much of that as I had, you'd want a vacation.
Tom. Well, we've been considering Dick's case.
Moselle. And Dick's settled his case by giving himself up to the detective, whom he mag-nan-i-mously—that's a big word: hope I got it right—set free from the tree; and here they are.
(Enter Dick and Jerden.)
Jerden (approaching Tom threateningly). So, you are the one with whom I am to settle.
Tom. Yes: I'm the one (presenting pistol), and here's the other.
Jerden (retreating). Take care: that might go off.
Tom. I'm afraid it will, if you don't. Hark you, stranger! I gave Dick up under a mistake; and I'm afraid, that, when the boys find it out, you'll have hard work to get away. So, what's your figger?