Barkeeper. Yes, it is. And another thing,—this is not a meeting-house.
1st Loun. Yes, if you talk such stuff as that, you’ll get a chunk of cold lead in you, that you will.
Enter Dr. Gaines and Scragg, followed by Cato, R.
Dr. G. Gentlemen, I am in pursuit of two valuable slaves, and I will pay five hundred dollars for their arrest.
[Exit Mr. White, L.
1st Loun. I’ll bet a picayune that your niggers have been stolen by that cussed feller from Massachusetts. Don’t you see he’s gone?
Dr. G. Where is the man? If I can lay my hands on him, he’ll never steal another nigger. Where is the scoundrel?
1st Loun. Let’s go after the feller. I’ll go with you. Come, foller me.
[Exit all, L., except Cato and the waiter.