[Exit Johnny, L.
Mrs. S. I’ll go and look after the poultry. If he gets in among ’em, good by to Thanksgiving. It’s all right, Silas. It’s a pretty big critter to have about; but it shows “a liberal spirit”—don’t it?
[Exit, L.
Silas. Shut up! Clear out!—Wal, I guess I brought home a pretty big load last night, accordin’ to the looks of things. Now, what on airth set me on to buy that elephant? Must have been the Ottawa beer. What on airth shall I do with him? He’ll eat us out of house and home. If I kill him, there’s an end of it. No, the beginnin’, for we’d have to dig up the whole farm to bury him. But he must be got rid of somehow. O, Somerby, you’ve a long row to hoe here!
Enter Harry, L.
Harry. Now, sir, let us look this matter calmly in the face. (Sits R. of table.)
Silas. What matter?
Harry. Well, suppose we call it “consequential damages.”
Silas. Call it what you like. It’s a big critter, and should have a big name.
Harry. You don’t understand me. I told you Sheriff Brown was looking for you. There are about a dozen complaints lodged against you already. This is likely to be a costly affair.