LUKE. [Going over to cupboard and taking out jug.] Yessa, Mister, the boys ain't seen one o' you fellers fer near two years. Began to think you wus goin' to neglect us. I wus hopin' you might be Jim Dunn. Have a drink?
REVENUE. [Starts slightly at mention of Jim Dunn.] No, thank you, your make is too strong for me.
LUKE. It hain't no luck to drink alone when you git company. Better have some.
REVENUE. Very well, my friend, I suffer willingly.
[Drinks a little and chokes.
LUKE. [Draining cup.] I reckon ye all don't like the flavor of liquor that hain't been stamped.
REVENUE. It's not so bad.
LUKE. The last Revenue that sit in that chair got drunk on my make.
REVENUE. That wouldn't be difficult.
LUKE. No, but it wuz awkward.