Kil. Will, indade I does. A foine specimen yees were. Shure, for a minit, I thought it was the divil himself, coming to give me a surprise party.
Pete (grins). Den yer don't trabel wid him all de time, massa?
Kil. Oh, yer shpalpeen! (Strikes at Pete, who dodges, turns a somersault, and exit past sentinel.)
Kil. A shmart one, by the powers! Travel with the divil is it? Faith, and he goes it so fast, niver a bit cud I kape up wid him. If that shmall imp don't show more respict to his betthers, a shmall chance he'll get to travel with any one.
(Exit Kil., R.; Guard approaches with change of sentinel.)
Sent. Halt! Who comes there?
Guard. Friend.
Sent. Advance, friend, and give the countersign.
(Guard gives it; Gibbs stands as sentinel; relieved Sentinel marches off behind Guard.)
Gibbs. I wonder if Newcomb is on the watch. Yes; here he comes. Too clever to miss the game.