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[In a lower tone to ]

Come on! Don’t cross him! [Then to ] What sort o’ caterdges, Andy?

The sort that raises the most hell!

Ha, ha! All right. But that don’t tell me much. You can grow a purty good crop o’ hell ’ith any sort if you’ll water ’em ’ith enough licker! [He and go out front.]

[Looks after him drunkenly]

Does he think I’m drunk, too?

I dunno what he thinks! [Insinuatingly] But did you hear what he ’us a-sayin’ to Jude jist now?

To Jude? [He draws himself up stiffly.] Wus it anything outen th’ way?

I’d think so. He wus a-talkin’ about marryin’ her. [ relaxes, with an expression of boredom.] But