Not yet!

THE HORN
[_Very near, accompanied by a terrific snorting._] Honk! Honk! Honk!

CHANTECLER
[_Barring the_ HENS' _passage, while everything shakes._] Wait!

THE HORN
[_Far away._] Honk! Honk! Honk!

CHANTECLER
[_Standing aside for them to pass._] You can safely go!

THE GREY HEN
[_From her hiding-place._] He has not seen me!

THE TUFTED HEN
You may think this is fun! Now everything we eat will taste of gasoline!



SCENE THIRD

CHANTECLER, _the_ BLACKBIRD _in his cage, the_ CAT _still asleep on the
wall, the_ GREY HEN _behind the_ OLD HEN'S _basket._


CHANTECLER
[_To himself, after a pause._] No, I will not trust a frivolous soul