Ned (aside). Oh, dear, how queer I feel! (Aloud.) No.
Phil (aside). Good gracious! what’s the matter with me? (Aloud.) No.
Zeke. That demijohn contains— (Pause.)
Ned (aside). Oh, murder! my vitals! (Aloud.) Well, well, what does it contain?
Zeke. That demijohn contains— (Pause.)
Phil (aside). Oh, my insides! (Aloud.) Well, well, speak quick.
Zeke. That demijohn contains—
Ned (aside). I’m burning up.
Phil (aside). I shall howl, I know I shall.
Zeke. That demijohn contains— Did you ever hear of Butler’s New-Orleans Syrup?