LUKE. That's Jim Dunn.
REVENUE. [Rising, examining picture.] Doesn't look much like any one.
LUKE. Well, that's what Jim Dunn'll look like when we git 'im. I'm mighty sorry you hain't Jim Dunn.
REVENUE. I'm sorry to disappoint you.
LUKE. [Turning to cupboard and filling pipe.] Oh, it's all right. I reckon one Revenue's about as good as another, after all.
REVENUE. Are you sure I'm a revenue officer?
LUKE. [Rising.] Well, since we ketched ye climin' trees an' snoopin' round the stills, I reckon we won't take no chances that you hain't.
REVENUE. Oh.
LUKE. Say, mebbe you'd like a seggar. Here's one I been savin' fer quite a spell back, thinkin' mebbe I'd have company some day. [Brings out dried-up cigar, hands it to him.
REVENUE. No, thank you.