SARBER, _pointing to dog under bench._]
Ever see that chap before?
SARBER. The dog?
JOE. Yes.
SARBER. Is that the same one I dropped the rail on?
JOE. [_Nods._] Me an' Jim put his leg in splinters last night.
SARBER. [_Shaking head and smiling._] Jim!
JOE. [_Pointing to coach._] Looks like you been in the real estate
business, Bill.
SARBER. Wall, yes--we took a turn or two at it.
_Enter_ BOLLINGER.
BOLLINGER. Hello, Sarber, when's your ingine start?
SARBER. Joe's fixin' one of her drivers.
JOE. [_Looking towards forge._] Won't be a minute, Tom.
BOLLINGER. Everybody waiting at the drug-store--we want to go 'fore
it gets too hot,--folks says you're hanging back so Clark kin sell out
his sody water.
SARBER. [_Looking at watch._] Shake her up, Joe.
JOE. I guess we're ready. [_Two_ NEGROES _of a quartette enter and
stand idly about. Takes tire with_ HELPER.] Get out of the way.
[_Drops tire on wheel and adjusts it. Drives pin through one hole._
KELLY _enters, looks at coach, and nervously about._
JOE. What's new, Tom, about Sam Fowler?
BOLLINGER. [_Looking at work._] Papers say the company has let him go.
JOE. Scott free?
BOLLINGER. Yes.
JOE. Then he'll have to pay his own board now.
BOLLINGER. I reckon.
JOE _and_ HELPER _carry wheel to tub and chill the tire._
SARBER. Think she'll stay now?
JOE. As soon as we get the bolts in her. [_Two other_ NEGROES _enter,
completing the male quartette. Enter_ TRAVERS.] Look out.
_They lift wheel to trusses and silently adjust bolts. As this takes
time, the_ NEGROES _fill in with songs._
TRAVERS. [_Coming down with_ KELLY.] Well, what's up?
KELLY. I'm goin' to skip on this stage.
TRAVERS. Why?
KELLY. Too hot,--see papers?
TRAVERS. No.
KELLY. Well, young Sam Fowler will know you the minute he sees
you--and he's comin' back to-day.
TRAVERS. He can't get here till to-night, on account of the
wash-outs--I'm going to risk it.
KELLY. Well, I quit you.
TRAVERS. I risk more than you.
KELLY. All right, but you don't risk me. You went in the car, like a
blamed fool, without a thing on your face--
VILLAGERS _at door_.
TRAVERS. Be careful.
KELLY. Careful? I skip.
_They turn up right. Enter_ JIM.
BOLLINGER. Hello, Jim--Louisiana?
JIM. No. [_Kneels by dog-box._
SARBER. Hello, Jim?
JIM. Ain't you late?
SARBER. Joe's keeping me.
JIM. [_Pointing to door_.] Big load this mornin'?
SARBER. Yes, if
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