Stub (rising, behind bar). Dat's a lie, dat's a lie! (Runs up to door, c., and throws it open.) Quick, Miss Jessie: he's up dar. Go fur him, go fur him! (Steps l.)
Jessie. O Harry, Harry! (Runs up steps, and exits through door.)
Thornton. Curse that fool: you must not enter there! (Goes towards door. Charity runs up, closes door, and stands with back to it.)
Charity. Back! you shall not enter here.
Thornton. Woman, stand back: who shall prevent me? (Stub steps before Charity, and presents pistol to Thornton.)
Stub. Cibil rights bill: dat's me. (Tom runs in from r. steps, and seizes Thornton's arms, binding them back.)
Tom. Ha, ha! shrewdness, old fellow!
(Lime light thrown on from l., above archway, showing Maynard extended on a low couch, resting on his right arm: dark pants, white shirt. Jessie has her arm about him, supporting him).
Jessie. Harry, my own Harry, found at last!
Harry. Jessie, Jessie, thank Heaven for this! (Chorus: