Sam. I don’t believe it was any one in Bay Point.
Hep. Nor in any other town. You march yourself home as straight as you can go.
Sam. No, no! I ain’t! Not alone! I ain’t a-goin’ out alone again to-night. He’ll jump out at me again. I’m scared an’—an’—cold.
Hep. Well, you jest go an’ tell your pa where his pipe’s gone to an’ you won’t complain about bein’ cold any more.
Sam. (beginning to cry). It’s so, maw! It’s so!
Cyn. My land, Hepsy, he does look scared.
Hep. (grimly). Yes, he knows his pa pretty well. Wal, I suppose I got to travel along. All the time I get to make social calls you can put in your eye. Lem can set in the store and talk hours on a stretch, but I’d like to ever get a chance to say anything. I’ll get my coat.
[Exit, R.
Cyn. (going to Sam. and speaking coaxingly). Sammy, if you lost the pipe, why don’t you own up to it? It would be ever so much easier for you in the end.
Sam. (throwing his arms around her). I didn’t, Miss Cynthy. A man took it!