Be still! They won’t see us!
(A boy rushes in headlong from the woods at the left. He is almost out of sight, right, when he catches sight of the two in the boat. He stops. His face is coarse; a grin, like an idiot’s, spreads over his face. It is the Davis boy.)
Davis
Hi!
Lloyd
Hi.
Davis
Didden see ya. Betty an’ Lloyd, ain’t it? Whut you doin’?
Lloyd
Nuthin’.