Jube. Yas, indeed. I was jes' breakin' to her, genteel, de mournful tidin's.
Vermont. I'll break your head if you say another word. You git.
Jube. Yas; but I got her all braced. I can finish in just free minutes. You see, I was down dar—
Vermont. If you're not up there in less than three minutes—(Puts hand behind him.)
Jube (runs up stage). Don't you do it, don't you do it. I was only goin' to say dat, dat somebody else down dar—
Vermont. Start.
Jube. Was Abigal's son. (Dashes up run, and off)
Moselle. Ha, ha, ha! Poor Jube! He missed his chance by stopping too long "down dar." Now, daddy, what's the matter? where's the "yearthquake" struck?
Vermont. That's some of the darkey's nonsense.