Tick. Gentlemen, my second pronounces the weapons all right.
Topp. A most remarkable second, sir! I’d like to see him. Why doesn’t he appear.
Tick. I think I see him coming now. (Hellos off R.) Hello! Hey! Hurry up there.
Enter Gin. R.
Topp. (Astonished, falls back.) A niggro!
Spratt. (Repeats.) A nigger.
Dr. Short. (With disgust.) A niggro. This is no place for a gentleman. (Begins to pack his kit.)
Tick. Isn’t he a man and brother?
Topp. (Furious.) This is insufferable! This is a gross insult to be atoned at once. (Seizes one of corn knives.) I accept the weapons! Take your place. At the word three, advance and defend yourself. I’ll make shoe strings out of you, sir. (Vehemently.) I will, on my life I will!