Enter Pay S., excitedly, R.
Pay S. I can’t find nobody nowhere!
Grouse. Pay Streak, you’re a fool!
Pay S. (Nettled.) S’pose I am, what’s the use o’ tellin’ me every five minutes.
Grouse. Cause you are, you can’t see an inch from yer nose. Wat did ye say he was an old man, fur?
Pay S. Cause he was!
Grouse. He aint ether, an’ we might a knowed it. He’s been hyur, an’ he’s a young feller.
Pay S. A young feller lookin’ fur my pardner?
Grouse. Yes, lookin’ fur him pertikler.
Pay S. When it comes to that, if there’s any fly young feller ’round this hill lookin’ fur somebody, he’ll find a man sure. Mebbe he’ll find me afore he quits. If he wants a scrap, he needn’t wear out shoe leather lookin’ fur it in Ruby Camp.