Flo. Rachel, speak!
Rach. I’m so out of breath (gasps), he’s lookin’ for him.
Rog. (Excitedly.) Who’s lookin’ for who?
Flo. Rachel, you make me nervous.
Law. Speak Rachel! What ails you?
Rach. I’ve run everywhere lookin’ for you. Mr. Herbert is lookin’ for Vance.
Rog. Herbert! Wy, he’s dead!
| Law. | } | Dead! |
| Flo. | } |
Rog. Yes, the jewel (duel) they fit in the mountains. Is that gal crazy?
Law. My son is not dead, he got well.