Pay S. (Shoving closer to her on table.) I mean there’s one that is ole peaches an’ honey. (Tries to kiss her.)
Grouse. (Slaps him, but not very defiantly.) Pay Streak, I al’ays thought you’d some sense.
Pay S. Bet yer boots I know a good thing. Say, I’m awful sorry for pard. I cotton to that gal.
Grouse. Indeed! Then I’d better clear the way.
Pay S. (Hastily.) I mean fur him. I believe she’s actooally good enough fur him.
Grouse. It’s no use. He is off the lead. Tother chap’s campin’ on the claim. All ye kin do now is keep him away from tother one.
Pay S. How’ll I do it? Where the deuce is pardner, anyway? He went out after breakfast an’ never said anything about goin’ away.
Grouse. We’ll fix up a scheme. I’m sort o’ sorry for her. She’s awful anxious.
Pay S. (Enthusiastically.) Yes, I’d do anything fur her.