Rusty. Oh! Oh!
Jarvis. What's the matter?
Rusty. Full of spider webs.
(Jarvis puts helmet on again.)
Jarvis. Gloves—here. How do you feel?
Rusty. All in. Do I look like a spook?
Jarvis. You're a wonderful sight! (Pushing him away.) Now, Rusty, get over here. Where is your sword? (Jarvis down steps; Rusty sneezes.) I never heard of a ghost sneezing before.
Rusty. Marse Warren, I'm catching cold.
Jarvis. (Up steps to Rusty) Now, Rusty, keep your ears and eyes open. Don't move a muscle. If any one comes, yell your head off, but don't sneeze.
Rusty. Marse Warren, I want to go home!