Billy. Do you know where we are?
Pete. Ob course I do. We's mighty nigh de place.
Billy. You don't say so! Kin you see it? (alarmed)
Pete. (looking off L. 2 E.) Yes, I do. (flash of lightning, followed by loud clap of thunder)
Billy. (jumps and screams) Oh!
Pete. What's de matter? Am yo' hurt?
Billy. (trembling violently and confused) No—yes—Oh, Pete, let's go home.
Pete. Look dar! Dar! What's dat? (points off L. 3 E. Lightning and loud peal of thunder)
Billy. Whar? (looks off L. 3 E. Drops spade, screams and starts running off R. 3 E. Pete catches him by coat tails. Billy struggles violently to release himself)
Pete. (coaxingly) Don't leab me, Billy. Nuffin, will hurt yo'.