Elly It’s luck! It’s our luck. Mebbe we c’n use ’em.... Butch Butch How? Elly Elly Some way. I doan know yit. Gimme the gun. (He hands it to her, reluctantly.) Keep yer head. These two’ll come in. They’ll keep you frum hangin’, Butch Adams! (She goes swiftly to the bunks, and hides the pistol under the quilts. Butch goes back to the table and sits. There is a moment of intense silence. Then a knock.) Come in! Butch (Lloyd and Betty come in. They look very slight, very delicate, in this somber place.) Lloyd Betty Lloyd (awkwardly) Lloyd How’d do? Elly Elly Howdy. Lloyd Lloyd
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