_Jack._ I tried it some, but nobody'll listen to me.

_Bill._ Why, youse poor helpless orphan! Somebody ought to take
youse in hand and show youse.

_Jack (eagerly)._ Do you suppose you could do it?

_Bill._ Sure I could--teach youse in an hour or two!

_Jack (hesitatingly)._ But you don't make so very much yourself, do
you!

_Bill._ Sure I do--I got lots o' the stuff. Only I got a step-father
I have to keep full of booze. He'll be out lookin' for me now, I
reckon. _(Looks about sharply)._ Say, youse come back here after a
bit. I'll go an' get him spotted, an' then we'll frame up a good
hard-luck story, an' we'll get the price of that there hay-stack.
You get me, old pal?

_Jack._ Yes, I get you--only I'll freeze in the meantime.

_Bill._ Youse keep movin'. Hustle along now!

_Jack._ All right. _(Goes off Left stamping his feet, blowing his
fingers.)_

_Bill._ Youse come back now! Don't fergit! _(Stands looking after
Jack.)_ Gee! I like that guy!

_Peggy._ Will! _(Faint light on the Real-play.)_