Billy. (removing flask a moment, but tightening grasp) That's what I'm doing. (hands flask back empty)
Pete. Feel better, don't yo'?
Billy. Yaas.
Pete. I should t'ink so. (places flask in pocket. Takes up lantern) Come on, now, we's no time to lose. Exit, R. 1 E.
Billy. (picking up spade) I'm ready. Exit, R. 1 E.
Flats are drawn off disclosing
Scene 4.—Wood in 4th grooves.
Enter Pete R. U. E., followed by Billy.
Billy. Aren't we most there? (peal of thunder) I'm afeared it's a going to rain.
Pete. What ob dat? Can't we 'ford to git wet to be independent de rest ob our lives? (looks round; places lantern up C.)