Obad. Land sakes, Cynth, be you struck?
Cyn. I don’t know but I am, or else everybody else is. How did it happen?
Obad. Why, I wuz walkin’ along an’ some one runs up behind me, puts his hand in my pocket and then kites off fast as he could go. At first I was so s’prised I didn’t know what had happened, an’ then after a second I puts my hand in my pocket an’ my pipe wuz gone. I suppose he thought he’d got my pocketbook.
Cyn. I ain’t so sure o’ that. You’re the third I’ve heard about that’s had their pipes took this evening.
Obad. (at the top of his voice). What? Well, fer the love o’ Admiral Nelson who’s the others?
Cyn. Lemuel Sawyer and Cap’n Cranberry.
Obad. Wal, sufferin’ cats! I’m goin’ right over ter Lem’s! Must be a lunatic loose in Bay Point, an’ gosh all fog horns, he’ll murder some one in this fog ’fore he gets through!
Cyn. Wait a second! I’ll get you a lantern!
(Exit, R. Obad. walks about very much upset. Cyn. re-enters with lantern.)
Obad. (grabbing it and starting for the door). Much obleeged!