Silas. So, so, you’ve been conspiring against me. There’s no damages, and no elephant. This is your work, Harry Holden.
Harry. It is, Mr. Somerby. I freely confess my sin. But I did it for a good purpose. ’Tis true there is no elephant, save the imitation I have manufactured for the occasion; but please remember we came very near having one.
Johnny. Yes, dad, you bid a hundred dollars.
Silas. I breathe again. You’re right. All this might have been true, had my folly had its way. Thanks to Johnny, I was saved. But you carried the joke a little too far. That gun was loaded.
Johnny. Only with powder. I left a charge in it last Fourth, for the blamed thing kicked so I was afraid of it.
Silas. It’s all right. Sally is yours, Harry, and I’ll keep my other promise. I suppose these gentlemen were hired for the occasion.
Pat. By me sowl, not to be peppered at all, at all.
Bias. By golly, dat ar charge almost took away my head.
Harry. So, boys, you got a little more than you bargained for; but I’ll fix that all right.
Silas. I’ll pay all damages there, glad to get off so easily in my adventure with the elephant. I’ve one request to make. Don’t let this story spread.