Hey, she tole it to you, Bud!
Ain’t you a nice sight—a-swingin’ the girls—
Bud
Shet up!
A Boy
You he-devil you, Bud Bickel! You waist-swingin’ son of a gun! Come on ’n’ swing some meat over the f’ar ’n’ see how you like that! (They all go out, laughing.)
(After a moment, Lloyd and Betty enter from the left. Betty goes hurriedly toward the boat and is about to get in. Lloyd stops.)
Lloyd
Betty— (She turns.) Betty, they jist went. I guess they’re ready t’ eat, now—
Betty (shaken)