Jarvis. You won't feel half so scared with a good blaze behind you. (Rusty picks up pieces of table.) I'll scout around a bit.
Rusty. (Drops pieces of table) Don't you do no scoutin' outside this room!
Jarvis. Well, come on, Rusty—get busy and build that fire.
Rusty. (Dropping to floor and begins fussing with foot) Just as soon as I get this here shoe off.
Jarvis. (Looking at him) What's the matter with your shoes? (Cross l.c.)
Rusty. 'Tain't my shoe—it's my foot. You know I was holdin' them horses and waitin' and waitin' for you to come out. Dem guns went off and all dem horses jumped right on me.
Jarvis. There were only two horses, Rusty.
Rusty. I was countin' their feet.
Jarvis. Well, tie up your shoe and get busy. (Looking around.)
Rusty. Yas, sir. (Rises, picks up pieces of table, crosses to fireplace.)