Silas (aside). Heavings! Another tribe. Richard!—Ah! I have it.
(Enter Win-Kye, R. 1 E., with pail and brush.)
Win-Kye. All time walkee, paintee tlee, paintee lock—
Silas. Ah, the thief! Give me that paint. (Runs at Win-Kye, with outstretched arm. Win-Kye runs under it, and up C.)
Win-Kye. Not muchee. My can go all ligh'. Melican man chin-chin girly. Chinaman look out for paintee. (Exit up run.)
Silas. Stop, I say! He's off, and I'm after him. (Runs up and turns.) I'll look out for Dick by and by. Just now I must look out for paint. (Exit.)
Moselle. Ha, ha, ha! you'll have a long chase.
(Enter Agnes, from cabin.)
Agnes. Moselle, how can you laugh when this very day Dick leaves us?
Moselle. He's not gone yet; and just as surely as I believe in his innocence, just so sure am I that something will prevent his departure. Tom Carew has not been seen this morning, and he's not the man to desert a friend. Depend upon it, he is working for his release from that horrid detective.