THE FIGURE. Some o' what?
ANDREW. Those—my pay.
THE FIGURE. [Cheerfully.] So. Would ye? [Handing him the horn.] Reckon that's enough?
ANDREW. [Not taking it.] That's what I want to make sure of—first.
THE FIGURE. Oh! So ye're hesitatin'!
ANDREW. Yes; but I want you to help me decide. Pardon me, sir. You're a stranger, yet somehow I feel I may ask your help. You've come just in time.
THE FIGURE. Queer I should a-dropped round jest now, wa'n't it? S'posin' we take a turn.
[Together they walk toward the embankment. By the knapsack Ellen finds the little frame.
ELLEN. [To herself.] My picture!
[She looks toward Andrew affectionately. Joel, lifting the knapsack, beckons to her.