Schmidt (sitting up in bed, crying). Oh! oh! oh! Boo! oo—oo—oo! I shall die, I shall be killed in dis house. Oh, my poor frow! She will never see her husband, John Schmidt, not any no more. What will become of me!
Teddy (without, L.). I’ll find him, Captain.
Schmidt. Te Old Harry, dere is un under one! He sha’n’t find John Schmidt. (jumps out of bed, finds carpet-bag, goes up to window) Here is von window; now I will jump out. (carpet-bag drops out of his hand. Crash without) Dere goes mine carpet-bag; now I will jump out. (dog barks) Now I will not jump out. I will go—I know what I will do. I will fool them this time. (he crawls beneath the bed) I’m right snug here now, they no find me out.
Enter Policeman.
Officer. This is the hotel. I wonder if I can find the man that robbed that bank. I’ll just search round. Nobody in that bed; wonder if he is hid beneath the mattress. (pokes at it with his club) Sometimes they conceal themselves beneath the bed itself. I’ll just look. (he looks beneath) Oh, here you are, caught at last. (beats him out of his concealment with his club) Did you not rob the Manhattan Bank?
Schmidt. No—I robbed nothing.
Officer. Did you not run away with the Squire’s daughter?
Schmidt. No, I ran off with nothin’.
Officer. Did you not rob the National Bank?
Schmidt. No, I done nothin’.