Sheriff (to Butch)
He’s yer brother, eh?
Butch
Yes. Name’s Adams—too, like mine. I’ll tell you. I cain’t pertect him. I tried. He went out las’ night. I didn’t know why. He goes out—roams in the woods—all the time. Lately, he’s got to mumblin’ sump’n—like this: “Woods is too full—woods is too full. People.” I’ve heerd him, ask Elly.
Elly
Oh, he did—he said that—“People. Too many people. They’s room in the lake—they’s room thar—they’s room in the lake. It’s big. It’s deep.” Oh— (Buries her face in her hands.)
Butch
She liked him. He uz my brother. Las’ night he went out. He come in this mornin’ early. It uz him—it uz him killed Jim Dory. He told me. Met him in the woods—stuck a knife in him. He washed his hands—they uz blood on ’em. He throwed his coat under the bunk—they uz blood on it. He went out again.
Sheriff (excitedly)
Whur is he? Whur’d he go to?