Bill. Why, youse poor helpless orphan! Somebody ought to take youse in hand and show youse.
Jack (eagerly). Do you suppose you could do it?
Bill. Sure I could—teach youse in an hour or two!
Jack (hesitatingly). But you don't make so very much yourself, do you!
Bill. Sure I do—I got lots o' the stuff. Only I got a step-father I have to keep full of booze. He'll be out lookin' for me now, I reckon. (Looks about sharply). Say, youse come back here after a bit. I'll go an' get him spotted, an' then we'll frame up a good hard-luck story, an' we'll get the price of that there hay-stack. You get me, old pal?
Jack. Yes, I get you—only I'll freeze in the meantime.
Bill. Youse keep movin'. Hustle along now!
Jack. All right. (Goes off Left stamping his feet, blowing his fingers.)
Bill. Youse come back now! Don't fergit! (Stands looking after Jack.) Gee! I like that guy!
Peggy. Will! (Faint light on the Real-play.)