Jarvis. Listen! (Crosses and stands moment at door. Wind moans.) I guess it's the wind. (He crosses to fireplace.) This place is getting on my nerves.
Rusty. (r.c.) That wasn't no wind, Marse Warren. Ah hope to die if that wasn't a sure enough human groan. (He looks at picture l.) And Ah want to tell you som'pin' else. Have you ever been in church or somewhere and all of a sudden a feelin' come over you that there was eyes a-starin' at the back of your head? You just knowed it—until you couldn't stand it no longer, and just turned around and see who it was?
Jarvis. Why, yes, Rusty, I have had that happen. Why?
Rusty. That's just the way I feel now, like there was eyes a-lookin' at me. (Turns to picture.) You see that picture? Seems like that feller was lookin' at me—like he'd step right out of the frame. (He points to armor on steps.) Or them two battleship boogies—just jump right down here.
Jarvis. It's been a good many years since those boys jumped, Rusty. (Noise off stage of running.) Hark! Listen! (He crosses to l.c., pistol drawn; stands listening.) Somebody's running—coming this way—— (Dull thud at back.)
Rusty. I want to go home!
Jarvis. What do you know about that?
Rusty. I don't want to know nothin' about it.
Jarvis. I thought so.
Rusty. What is it?