Johnny. Blaze away, dad! Give him fits!
Silas. (Breaking away from them.) Stand back, I say. (Raises gun.)
Enter the elephant, R.
Silas. There, darn you! (Fires. Sally and Mrs. S. scream.)
Pat. O, murther, murther! I’m kilt intirely!
Bias. Oo, oo, oo! I’m a gone darky! (The elephant falls, rolls over, and from the debris Bias and Pat emerge, looking very much frightened.)
Pat. (Shaking his fist at Silas.) More damages, be jabers! (To Harry.) I didn’t bargain for this at all.
Bias. Look—look er here, old gent; I ain’t game, no how. Golly! I’m full ob lead!
Silas. What’s this? Have I been duped?
Johnny. Sold again, dad.