Whut’s this!
Elly
Butch, I tell you! This boy ain’t his brother. He never saw him before. He’s jist a boy, jist a young boy—picknickin’—in the woods—
Sheriff
Good God! Is this the truth you’re tellin’ me?
Elly
It’s the truth—
Sheriff
Godamighty!
(Butch comes in dripping, carrying Betty. He puts her down gently.)