Lafitte, a play in prologue and four acts

by Lucile Rutland; Lucie Levéque Ayres

LIZ. Yo cyarn inject it troo dar, cyarn yo?

BAP. Lordy!

LIZ. Ee kin catch it. (she puts her eye to the hole; sways her arms.) Yes sah.... I’ze gwine leave yo in good charge.... (sways more and more.) Yes sah.... Ee’s ’ere.... (almost collapsing.) Comin’, sah! (straightens herself.) Git dar, Baptiste.

BAP. (horror stricken.) Who me?

LIZ. Ee wants yo.

BAP. Lordy!

LIZ. (contemptuously.) Ah! (bolstering him up.) Put yo eye to dat hole.

BAP. Stay by me.

LIZ. Go ’head. (Baptiste puts his eye to the hole.)

BAP. I doan see nuttin.