[Their thunderbolt has descended. They stand like two men suddenly deprived of thought and motion. Medusa's victims could not have been more pitiable. They have been hurled from their El Dorado, which, at the worst, was to have been their common property.
Then Seth's voice comes to him, and sufficient strength to drop into a chair.]
Seth. The damned old critter.
Lon. I'll be swaned.
Seth [blazing out]. That's gratitude.
Lon. After all we done fur him.
Seth [pathetically]. An' me a plannin' these last five years on gettin' that house an' ground.
Lon. My kids are packin' our furniture this afternoon, gettin' ready t' move in.
Seth [with supreme disgust]. Leavin' it t' Ma.
Lon. Her who he ain't hardly spoke t' in twenty years.