DAISY.
Where you goin’, Jim?
JIM.
(Looking sadly down the track) God knows.
(Off stage from the same direction from which JIM entered comes the sound of whistling and tramping of feet on the ties.)
JIM.
(Brightening) Dat’s Dave! (Frowning) Wonder whut he doin’ walkin’ dis track? (Looks accusingly at DAISY) I bet he’s goin’ to yo’ work-place.
DAISY.
Whut for?
JIM.
He ain’t goin’ to see de madame—must be goin’ to see you. (He starts to rise petulantly as DAVE comes upon the scene. Daisy rises also.)
DAVE.
(Looks accusingly from one to the other) Whut y’all jumpin’ up for? I . . .
JIM.
Whut you gut to do wid us business? Tain’t none of yo’ business if we stand up, set down or fly like a skeeter hawk.
DAVE.
Who said I keered? Dis railroad belongs to de man—I kin walk it good as you, cain’t I?
JIM.
(Laughing exultantly) Oh, yeah, Mr. Do-Dirty! You figgered you had done run me on off so you could git Daisy all by yo’self. You was headin’ right for her work-place.