[Who has been arguing with Slim in undertones during the preceding dialogue, now turns abruptly.]
Come on, fellers! We’re gonna go!
[Slim takes David’s hand.]
A Chorus
Naw, Bill!... We wanna play wit’ de presents!... We don’t wanna leave de presents!... We want de presents!
Bill
[Angrily.]
Come on, I say!
Maggie
[Appealingly.]