they all go. [_Returns to wheel_. JIM _goes in house_.
KELLY. [_Coming down with_ TRAVERS.] You'd risk your neck for that
girl?
TRAVERS. I'm all right, Kelly. I'll get out to-night, but I've got to
see her first.
_They go up and exeunt._
BOLLINGER. Joe.
JOE. Yes.
BOLLINGER. [_Looking off carefully_.] I see Jim last night after we
left here. He says he's out of the race for Legislature.
JOE. That's what he says.
BOLLINGER. Why?
JOE. Well, what did _he_ say?
BOLLINGER. _Personal_ reasons.
JOE. Well, that goes--all right, Cal,--put her on now, an' let 'em get
out.
_Wheel is done._ CAL _takes it up to coach_.
BOLLINGER. Well, you're jes' as good as elected then, Joe.
JOE. Think so?
BOLLINGER. Sure. See here. [_Aside_.] Folks down in Louisiana thinks
Jim will be the nominee. I'm goin' down to-day to bet fifteen or
twenty dollars he won't, 'fore they hear of it.
JOE. No promises.
BOLLINGER. No, sir-ee--put up, or shut up--I've got twenty-two and a
half in my pocket--some of it's Clark's, but blamed little.
_Re-enter_ JIM _with pan of milk--kneels by dog and feeds it_.
SARBER. Now stand out of the way there.
BOLLINGER. Goin', Bill?
SARBER. Soon as we hitch.
_They take wagon out._ BOLLINGER, KELLY, TRAVERS _and_ SARBER _go out
with wagon_.
JOE. Come Cal--[CAL _turns_.] Hash! [CAL _exits_.] Breakfast, Jim.
JIM. Had it.
JOE. Come, set with us. [_Exit, followed by_ JIM.
_Enter_ TRAVERS.
TRAVERS. Kelly is right. I should go on that coach--but--I must see
Kate--they're at breakfast--if I only--yes, just a minute. [_Beckons_
KATE.] I wish that fellow wasn't here.
_Enter_ KATE.
KATE. Mr. Travers.
TRAVERS. I should leave on that coach.
KATE. Do I keep you?
TRAVERS. Yes.
KATE. Why?
TRAVERS. Because when I leave Bowling Green now, I shall never come
back.
KATE. You--you are jesting.
TRAVERS. In dead earnest. [_Slight clatter of dishes_--KATE _looks
off_.] Do you care for that man?
KATE. [_Coming down_.] I admire him. I think he is a good and a noble
character.
TRAVERS. Better than I am.
KATE. He may be,--but--I don't love him--
TRAVERS. Do you love me?
SARBER. [_Off_.] All ready; get in.
KATE. The stage is going. [_She turns_.
TRAVERS. Do you love me?
SARBER. Get in.
TRAVERS. Do you?
KATE. [_Pause_.] Yes.
TRAVERS. Then let them leave--[SARBER _calling_ "git ap"--_and a whip
cracks. We hear stage--voices go_.] Will you go
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