I’m afeard, too! Le’s go—

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[Pg 9]

Betty

Betty

Whur’ll we go to?

Lloyd

Lloyd

Out on the lake.

Betty

Betty

They’s no boat.

Lloyd

Lloyd

Futher down—they’s a cabin, I know, and a boat—mebbe. Come on—le’s go to it. (They start. Lloyd stops, shaking off his fear.) Aw, listen. Whut’s the matter with us? Runnin’ like rabbits. They ain’t nuthin’ to be skeered of. We’re jist cold, that’s all. That’s it. Drivin’ so long ’fore it got light has jist got us chilled to the bone.

Lloyd

Betty

Betty

I ain’t cold.

Lloyd

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