Huff:
Ho, this is better than a fiddler now!
One of those fellows who have nerves so clever
That they can feel the waters of underground
Tingling in their fingers.
You find me a spring in my high grazing-field,
I'll give you what I save in trundling water.
Stranger:
I find you water now! — -No, but I'll find you
Fire and fear and unbelievable death.
VINE the Publican comes in.
Vine:
Are ye all served? Ay, seems so; what's your score?
Merrick:
Two ciders.
Huff: