Agnes. Another word, and I call.
(Jube creeps on from R. 2 E.)
Jerden (seizes her wrist). Silence, or—(Puts his hand round to his hip. Jube creeps close to him, and, as his hand comes round, pulls pistol out of Jerden's pocket, and puts it over his shoulder, pointing to his nose.)
Jube. Was you lookin' fer dis yer, boss?
Jerden (backing to C.). Fool! give me that pistol.
Jube. Yas, indeed, when Gabriel blows his trumpet in de mornin', but not dis year morning. (Shouts) Dandy Dick, dandy Dick, now's yer chance: hoof it, hoof it!
(Enter Dick from cabin, followed by Moselle.)
Dick. What's the matter, Jube?
Jube. Got de bead on de detect. Now's yer chance: hoof it—