Hep. What on airth has he been up to now?
Lem. Nothing. I got to find out some more ’bout that pipe business. I guess fer once there wuz more truth than poetry in what he told. There wuz seven pipes stole last night.
| Hep. | } | (together). Seven? |
| Cyn. |
Lem. Yep! An’ the post office wuz broke into!
Hep. What?
Cyn. Mercy sakes!
Lem. I guess there ain’t been sech doin’s in this town fer quite a spell. I reckon as constable o’ Bay Point I’m goin’ ter be pretty busy. By the way, Cynthy, you say you’ve took a stranger in? Where does he hail from?
Cyn. Why—why, he didn’t say. Land sakes, Lem, he’s nothing but a boy. You wouldn’t go to suspecting any one jest because they was a stranger in town.
Lem. I dunno. I’ll be back later. I got to keep my eye on everybody, strangers especially.
Hep. That’s right, Lem. I see this little flip that’s boardin’ with Cynthy an’ I don’t like the looks of him at all. I wouldn’t trust him as fur as I could heave a cat!