Harry. Now keep old Butts here, and I’ll be off. Dilly, good-by. Heaven bless you! Be a good girl, and have faith in Harry.
Dilly. That I will! (Harry kisses her, and creeps out, C.; the Doctor is with Butts, R.; Fred and Lucy, with Mrs. Loring, back R., talking together.) Oh, if he can only get away! (Follows him to door, C., and stumbles over the trap, which was placed by Bob, L. C.) Dear me! I’ve nearly broke my ankle! Why, what an ugly-looking trap! I must take care of that.
Butts. I tell you it’s no use, doctor. Law is law, and your son must go to jail.
Doctor. But, Butts, I am the only loser by this. The bank has lost nothing.
Dilly. (Coming down R. of Butts.) Mr. Butts, what will you do with Harry?
Butts. Lock him up in jail, where you ought to be.
Bob. (Coming down L. of Butts.) But look here, Mr. Butts, I’m ready to bail him, or my father is. Don’t take him away, that’s a good fellow. I’ll help you to take all the rogues there are in the village, only let him off.
Dilly. (At door, C.) He’s reached the boat, and he’s off. (Drags trap down behind Butts, and sets it.)
Butts. Look here, young man! I know my business. Harry Harlem must go to jail.