MAYOR CLARK: I ain't cloakin' in wid _none_. I'm de Mayor of dis whole
town I stands for de right an' ginst de wrong--I don't keer who it
kill or cure.
SISTER THOMAS: You think it's right to be runnin' dat boy off for
nothin'?
CLARK: I God! You call knockin' a man in de head wid a mule bone
nothin'? 'Nother thin; I done missed nine of my best-layin' hens. I
ain't sayin' Jim got 'em, but different people has tole me he burries
a powerful lot of feathers in his back yard. I God, I'm a ruint man!
(He starts towards the right exit, but LUM BOGER enters right.) I God,
Lum, I been lookin' for you all day. It's almost three o'clock. (Hands
him a key from his ring) Take dis key an' go fetch Jim Weston on to de
church.
LUM: Have you got yo' gavel from de lodge-room?
CLARK: I God, that's right, Lum. I'll go get it from de lodge room
whilst you go git de bone an' de prisoner. Hurry up! You walk like
dead lice droppin' off you. (He exits right while LUM crosses stage
towards left.)
SISTER TAYLOR: Lum, Elder Simms been huntin' you--he's gone on down
'bout de barn. (She gestures)
LUM BOGER: I reckon I'll overtake him. (Exit left.)
SISTER THOMAS: I better go put dese greens on. My husband will kill me
if he don't find no supper ready. Here come Mrs. Blunt. She oughter
feel like a penny's worth of have-mercy wid all dis stink behind her
daughter.
SISTER TAYLOR: Chile, some folks don't keer. They don't raise they
chillun; they drags 'em up.
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