Tick. He shall not insult defenseless females while this good right arm retains its—its—ah—
Enter Spratt, suddenly, R.
Spratt. Villain, I have found you. You shall not escape!
Tick. (Shrinking away.) Why, hello, partner!
Spratt. Don’t “partner” me. I’m on your track.
Mr. T. (Looks at Tick’s feet.) Not a bad sized track either! (To Tick.) Perhaps, you won’t mind explaining why he is on your track. (Meets Tick R. C.)
Spratt. That man has ruined me. The opportunity of a lifetime dashed in a moment.
Mrs. T. (Throws up hands.) Another opportunity gone! Oh, dear! That’s just what ails us!
Mr. T. Another rumpus brewing. I’ll steer them away from the window. (Maneuvers to the other side.) Gentlemen, would you mind discussing this matter on the sofa?
Spratt. You’re an underhanded sneak.