Dick (crosses to Jube, and takes the pistol). Enough of this. I go with Jerden. (Gives pistol to Jerden.) Take your pistol. I might change my mind, and then you would need it.
Jube. Dat's jes' fool business. Put your mouf right into der lion's head.
Jerden. 'Tis time we were moving.
Dick. All right! I'll be ready in a moment. (Crosses to L.) Good-by, Moselle.
Moselle (throwing her arms about his neck). No, no: you must not. Where's daddy? where's Tom? Call the boys, Jube.
(Enter Vermont R. 2 E.)
Vermont. What's the trouble, little one?
Moselle (crossing to him). O daddy! you will not let Dick be carried to prison?
Vermont. How am I to help it?
Moselle. The money, daddy!