Butch! Thank God! I didn’t see ya— (She makes a step toward him.)

Butch (quickly)

Butch

Shet up!

Elly

Elly

Butch, w’at is it?

Butch (in a hoarse whisper)

Butch

Shet up, I tell you! Squawkin’ like a hen. You wanta git me killed? (In a low voice.) They follered me.

Elly

Elly

Tell me—w’at is it—?

Butch

Butch

I’ll show ’em! They won’t git me. I’ve got away frum better men ’n they are. They won’t git me alive—the lousy bums! I’d like to see ’em! They follered me. I been at the Switch. An’ when I started back I seen three men a-follerin’. They’ll come here. (He stops thoughtfully.) They ain’t got nuthin’ on me. They cain’t prove nuthin’— (In a hard, matter-of-fact voice.) They don’t know it’s me done it. They only got somebody’s word. They don’t know it, and they cain’t prove it. No one saw me—

[Pg 15]

[Pg 15]

Elly (with foreboding)

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