Dilly. Harry’s won the race! Harry’s won the race!
Harry. ’Tis true: I’ve won the colors.
Fred. I’ve been handsomely defeated. (Enter Bob, C.)
Bob. And I’ve got gloriously ducked. Just my luck!
Harry. Congratulate me, father! I’ve beaten the best sculler in the school.
Doctor. Stop! Before you secure my congratulations look me in the face, Harry Harlem, and answer me this: Have you seen Mr. Butts before to-day?
Harry. Oh, several times.
Doctor. Have you paid him any money?
Harry. Why—I—yes, I have. (Aside.) Butts has turned traitor.
Butts. Didn’t I tell you so? Didn’t I tell you so? He gave me the check. I’ll swear it.