Giz. An' look at the whelp!
[Giz scratches actively, examines the wound and anoints it with tobacco juice.
The Play would be ended at this moment for lack of varied action if Dr. Stev'n Vandexter did not enter.
He is an eager, healthy-looking man with a whitish beard that long washing in Ohio River water has turned yellowish. He wears spectacles and his clothes and general appearance are somewhat an improvement upon Lut'er and Giz. Furthermore he wears what were shoes and both supports of his suspenders are fairly intact. He is whittling a piece of white pine with a large jack-knife.
Seeing Lut'er and Giz he draws the log between them and sits.
After a moment in which three cuds are audibly chewed, Dr. Stev'n speaks.]
Doctor. What gits me is how they done it.
[For the first time Lut'er turns his head as admission that some one is there. Giz looks up with a dawn of interest under his beard. Silence.]
Doctor. I traded a two-pound catfish for a box of that salve: an' I don't see how they done it.
[Lut'er having turned his head keeps it turned. Evidently Dr. Stev'n always has something of interest to say.]