the bag to you. Put it under the seat of the wagon, and cover it
up with the lap robe.

(REDDY steps to centre door and, parting the curtains, leans into
the hall beyond, listening.)

REDDY:
Go slow. I ain't to leave here till Harry is safe on the ground
floor again.

HATCH:
Don't you worry about Harry. He won't get into trouble.

REDDY:
Sure HE won't. It's ME and YOU he'll get into trouble. You hadn't
ought to send HIM to do second-story work.

HATCH:
(Contemptuously)
No?

REDDY:
No; he's too tender-hearted. A second-story worker ought to use
his gun.

HATCH:
Oh, you! You'll fire your gun too often some day.

REDDY:
No, I won't. I did once, but I didn't do it again for six years.