Win-Kye (outside). Heap gone uppee. (Enters down run, handle of pail in his hand, paint on his face and on his dress.) Paintee lock, grizzley stick um head out, wantee paint too, snatchee pail, me scootee. (Holds up handle.) Savem piecee.
Silas. Ah! (Snatches handle.) You've saved enough. (Tears paper from handle.) Here it is.
All. What?
Silas. The latest add of the balm—(All groan.) I'll give you a dose. Listen! (Reads.) "Wonderful discovery. The firm of Gorden, Green, & Co. have obtained convincing proof that the forgery perpetrated a year ago was not the act of their clerk, Richard Fairlee, but was a shrewd plot concocted by one Stephen Corliss, for the ruin of that young man."
Dick. The truth at last!
Agnes (takes his hand). Good news, brother!
Jerden (aside). Discovered.
Silas. Hold on: there's something more. (Reads.) "Remarkable as this is, it is nothing compared to the wonderful discovery, Busted's Balm." (General groan.) "For further particulars see"—
Win-Kye. Topside locks, all ligh', John.