(Coughs.)
I need it for medicine.
HATCH:
No, I tell you!
REDDY:
Just ONE dose. Here's to you.
(Drinks.)
Oh, Lord!
(He sputters and coughs violently.)
HATCH:
(starts toward him)
Hush! Stop that, you fool.
REDDY:
Oh, Im poisoned! That's benzine, governor. What do you think of
that? Benzine! It's burned me throat out.
HATCH:
I wish it had burned your tongue out! CAN'T you keep still?
REDDY:
Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! Think of a man puttin' benzine in a whiskey
bottle! That's dishonest, that is. Using a revenue stamp twice is
defraudin' the Government. I could have him arrested for that.
(Pause.)
If I wanted to.
(Pause.)
But I don't want to.
HATCH:
Oh, quit that--and come here. Get out the window, and I'll hand
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.
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