Enter Scragg, L., with face bloody.
Scragg. Oh, dear me! oh, my head! That nigger broke away from me, and struck me over the head with a stick. Oh, dear me! Oh!
Dr. G. Where is he, Mr. Scragg?
Scragg. Oh! sir, he jumped out of the window; he’s gone. Oh! my head; he’s cracked my skull. Oh, dear me, I’m kilt! Oh! oh! oh!
Enter Slaves, R.
Dr. G. Go, Dolly, and wash Mr. Scragg’s head with some whiskey, and bind it up. Go at once. And Bob, you run over to Mr. Hall, and tell him to come with his hounds; we must go after the rascal.
[Exit all except the Doctor, R.
This will never do. When I catch the scoundrel, I’ll make an example of him; I’ll whip him to death. Ah! here comes my wife. I wonder what she comes now for? I must put on a sober face, for she looks angry.
Enter Mrs. Gaines, L.