Mrs. T-K. They may have gone to the dells. Let’s go there (Exit, running L.)
Angie. Wait, sister! (Exit, following, L.)
Enter Tick and Ginger, R.
(Ginger carries large pair of corn knives or, as known to farmers, “corncutters,” in a gunny sack.)
Tick. Ginger, I don’t like the looks of those corncutters. How do you use them?
Gin. You jes cut an’ slash, that’s all. (Business with knife.)
Tick. But suppose old Topp gets his slash in first. Where am I?
Gin. Say, looky hyah, Mistah Tick, do you like dat gal well enough to fight fur ’er?
Tick. (Swaggering.) I’d die for her. I’d wade through—
Gin. Never mind de wadin’! Keep youah shoes on an’ listen to Ginger Potts. Ye want to play a big bluff, don’t ye?