Grouse. An’ ye wont go now? Oh do, please, Mr. Vance.
Vance. I don’t see the necessity of starving.
Grouse. I do.
Vance. Ever try it?
Grouse. Please don’t wait, Mr. Vance.
Vance. It won’t take fifteen minutes.
Grouse. Well, they’s no use tryin’ to do anything with a man—or a mule. I’ve got to do something. (Starts hastily.)
Vance. What’s the rush? Hold on, Miss Baker.
Grouse. I wont! (Exit R.)
Vance. What on earth ails the Grouse. She always was a kitten and I’m afraid she has a temper. Jim’ll have to hold a pretty steady rein. (Looking round for skillet.) I guess that skillet has taken wings. There’s Jim’s dirty towel under the bed and my clean one on the chair back. There has been some one here I guess. I wonder if any sneak thief has paid us a visit? (Looks at Jim’s pillow.) His revolver is gone. (Looks at his own cot.) Mine is all right. (Puts his pistol on table.)