ACT V.
Scene 1.—Bar-Room in the American Hotel—Travellers Lounging in Chairs, and at the Bar.
Enter Bill Jennings, R.
Barkeeper. Why, Jennings, how do you do?
Jennings. Say Mr. Jennings, if you please.
Barkeeper. Well, Mr. Jennings, if that suits you better. How are times? We’ve been expecting you, for some days.
Jennings. Well, before I talk about the times, I want my horses put up, and want you to tell me where my niggers are to stay to-night. Sheds, stables, barns, and every thing else here, seems pretty full, if I am a judge.
Barkeeper. Oh! I’ll see to your plunder.
1st Lounger. I say, Barkeeper, make me a brandy cocktail, strong. Why, how do you do, Mr. Jennings?
Jennings. Pretty well, Mr. Peters. Cold evening, this.