Grouse. An’ do hurry. I’ll wait till you come back. I’m gittin’ skeered.
Pay S. Don’t you worry. Jist let any body sass you an’ I’ll—
Grouse. Do go on, quick! (Pushes him out.) It’s downright silly the way men act about women, wantin’ to shoot and sayin’ they’ll die. Humph! An’ a woman, she can’t do nothin’ but git scart an’ cry an’ carry on. I do hope he’ll git Vance away. It serves her right, though, to git a good scare; she’ll know how it is herself. (Knocking at door, Grouse starts.) Come in!
Herbert at door.
Herb. Whose cabin is this?
Grouse. It’s Rogers & Vance’s, owners of the Little Lucy.
Herb. Is Mr. Vance around?
Grouse. He ain’t fur away, I guess. Will Rogers do? He’s jist gone. I kin call him back, but he’s in a powerful hurry.
Herb. Don’t call him, I’ll drop in again. Could you give me a drink of water?
Grouse. Certingly, come in! (Herb. steps inside, she gets dipperful of water from pail, he drinks.)