or. Get up on your pins and
don't you bump me again. (RUSTY _rises_.) The next one of those rear-end
collisions and I'm liable to let some moonlight into you. You've been
treading on my heels ever since we came in here, and when I stop you
bump into me.

RUSTY. I'm powerful scared I might lose you!

JARVIS. A fine chance! (_Looking about._) Well, Rusty, we've been
through this old castle pretty thoroughly now, from dungeon to tower,
and not a sign of the Prince or the Duke or any one else, unless they
pound or carry a smoky lantern. It's a clue, Rusty, it's a clue. We'll
stick right here till we find out where it leads. I'll swear the Duke
never went to Madrid, but came straight here from the inn. (JARVIS
_crosses to fireplace_ R. RUSTY _follows_.) Get away from me. (_Strikes
a match and holds in chimney._) There's a fine chance for a fire. Good,
it draws. The chimney's clear. Now, then, bust up the table and start a
fire.

RUSTY. How can I break it? Oh, it's rotten!

JARVIS. You won't feel half so scared with a good blaze behind you.
(RUSTY _picks up pieces of table_.) I'll scout around a bit.

RUSTY. (_Drops pieces of table_) Don't you do no scoutin' outside this
room!

JARVIS. Well, come on, Rusty--get busy and build that fire.

RUSTY. (_Dropping to floor and begins fussing with foot_) Just as soon
as I get this here shoe off.

JARVIS. (_Looking at him_) What's the matter with your shoes? (_Cross_
L.C.)

RUSTY. 'Tain't my shoe--it's my foot. You know I was holdin' them horses
and waitin' and waitin' for you to come out. Dem guns went off and all
dem horses jumped right on me.

JARVIS. There were only two horses, Rusty.

RUSTY. I was countin' their feet.

JARVIS. Well, tie up your shoe and get busy. (_Looking around._)

RUSTY. Yas, sir. (_Rises, picks up pieces of table, crosses to
fireplace._)

JARVIS. This room was probably used as a banquet hall.

RUSTY. (_Gathering up few pieces of table and taking them to fireplace,
puts them on fire; looks up_) Yeah--when we goin' to eat?

JARVIS. Not till we have finished this job.

RUSTY. (_Putting pieces of table on fire--still at fireplace, back to
audience_) Tuesday--Wednesday--Thursday---- Ah can't wait no longer than
Saturday. (_Strikes match and lights fire. Glow from fire._)

JARVIS. (_Runs up steps at back, looking left_) That way leads through
those two long rooms to the postern gate.

RUSTY. (_Looking up_) That's where that black thing follow