LUKE. Ye kin?
REVENUE. No, I can't, but I made them believe it. I then offered to look them over and tell them if they had any nigger blood in them. A few of them sneaked away, but the rest stood for it. I passed them all until I got to Two Gun Jake. I examined his eyeballs, looked at his finger-nails, and said, "You're a nigger."
LUKE. An' what did Jake do?
REVENUE. He turned pale, took me into the back room. He said: "Honest to God, mister, can ye see nigger blood in me?" I said: "Yes." "There's no mistake about it?" "Not a bit," I answered. "Good God," he said, "I always suspected it." Then he pulled out his gun—
LUKE. Eh ... eh?
REVENUE. And shot himself.
LUKE. Jake shot hisself!... Is he dead?
REVENUE. I don't know—I was too disgusted to wait. I wandered around until I thought of you moonshiners ... scrambled around in the mountains until I found your still. I sat on it and waited until you boys showed up, and here I am, and you're going to kill me.
LUKE. [Pause.] Ah, so ye want us to do yer killin' fer ye, do ye?
REVENUE. You're my last hope. If I fail this time I may as well give it up.