Butch
Why not?
Elly
I wouldn’t have the nerve—to try to throw it onto him. Mebbe it ud work all right, mebbe it could be done. They’s ways of makin’ fools outa the law.... Oh, I know, I’ve done it many’s the time ... an’ we could git suspicion on this boy someway. And he’d hang too—innocent and all! But I cain’t do it, I wouldn’t think of doin’ it....
Butch (harshly)
Well, why wouldn’t you?
Elly (frightened)
Butch! Fergit I said it, fergit I ever thought of sich a thing.
Butch (grimly)
I’m glad you thought of it.