Nat. Run, Kitty, run! (Kitty runs in and out among the huskers, Tom in pursuit.)
Tom. It's no use, Kitty; you can't escape me. (She runs down r. corner; as Tom is about to seize her, she stoops, and runs across stage, catches Stub by the arms, and whirls him round. Tom, in pursuit, clasps Stub in his arms.)
Stub. "I'd offer thee dis cheek ob mine." If you want a smack take it. I won't struggle.
Tom (strikes his face with hand). How's that for a smack?
Stub. Dat's de hand widout de heart: takes all de bloom out ob my complexion. (Goes across stage holding on to his face, and exits r. Kitty runs through crowd again, comes r., Tom in pursuit.)
Tom. It's no use, Kitty: you must pay tribute.
Kitty. Never, never! (Runs across to l., and then up stage to back. Door opens, and enter Harry Maynard and Thornton, equipped with guns and game-bags; Kitty runs into Harry's arms.)
Harry. Hallo! just in time. You've the red ear, Tom, so, as your friend, I'll collect the tribute. (Kisses Kitty.)
Kitty (screams). How dare you, Harry Maynard!
Tom. Yes, Harry Maynard, how dare you?