Well, though I'm trapped and useless all disguise is,
My case shall ne'er come on at the Assizes!
[Rushes desperately to tree and crams himself with the remaining berries, which produce an almost instantaneous effect. Re-enter Tom and Jane from gate, looking pale and limp. Terror of the Wicked Uncle as he turns and recognises them.
The W. U. (with tremulous politeness).
The shades of Jane and Tommy, I presume?
[Re-enter Farmer C.
Jane and Tommy (pointing to Farmer C.)
His Cattle Mixtures snatched us from the Tomb!
The W. U. (with a flicker of hope).
Why, then the selfsame drugs will ease my torments!