THE WOODS
THE WOODS
(Interior of the cabin. At the back three steps descend from the planked door to the dirt floor of the cabin. Windows, curtained, are on either side of the door. They are so high up that only a tall man can see out. A wide fireplace made of stone rises from the floor at the right end of the room. In the left corner of the cabin, a wide double-deck bunk juts out. Crazy quilts cover both beds. A few chairs, a rough table (set for breakfast at right of steps) and utensils for cooking at the fireplace—complete the furnishings. A fire burns in the fireplace; coffee bubbles on a little iron stand on the hearth. It is dark and gloomy; no direct sunlight has ever reached this secret place.
Elly,a tall, dark woman of thirty-five, stands tensely by the corner of the bunk. Her face, even in her excitement, is brooding and restrained. Her thick black hair, parted in the middle, is done up in a knob at the back of her head. She is wearing a faded, predominantly purple, plaid dress—full-sleeved, full-skirted, pulled in at the waist. After a moment she goes swiftly to the fireplace, pokes the fire, then goes across to the window nearest the bunk, and with extraordinary agility and grace steps upon a chair under the window and looks out. She gets down, goes slowly toward the fireplace. In the center of the room she halts, wheels about and faces the door. It opens. A man comes in quickly, and closes the door as if shutting somethingout. He turns, facing her from the top of the steps. He is of medium height, brutal, crafty. His clothes are nondescript and unclean. His hair slants into his eyes.)
Elly,a tall, dark woman of thirty-five, stands tensely by the corner of the bunk. Her face, even in her excitement, is brooding and restrained. Her thick black hair, parted in the middle, is done up in a knob at the back of her head. She is wearing a faded, predominantly purple, plaid dress—full-sleeved, full-skirted, pulled in at the waist. After a moment she goes swiftly to the fireplace, pokes the fire, then goes across to the window nearest the bunk, and with extraordinary agility and grace steps upon a chair under the window and looks out. She gets down, goes slowly toward the fireplace. In the center of the room she halts, wheels about and faces the door. It opens. A man comes in quickly, and closes the door as if shutting somethingout. He turns, facing her from the top of the steps. He is of medium height, brutal, crafty. His clothes are nondescript and unclean. His hair slants into his eyes.)
Elly
Butch! Thank God! I didn’t see ya— (She makes a step toward him.)
Butch(quickly)
Shet up!
Elly
Butch, w’at is it?
Butch(in a hoarse whisper)
Shet up, I tell you! Squawkin’ like a hen. You wanta git me killed? (In a low voice.) They follered me.
Elly
Tell me—w’at is it—?
Butch
I’ll show ’em! They won’t git me. I’ve got away frum better men ’n they are. They won’t git me alive—the lousy bums! I’d like to see ’em! They follered me. I been at the Switch. An’ when I started back I seen three men a-follerin’. They’ll come here. (He stops thoughtfully.) They ain’t got nuthin’ on me. They cain’t prove nuthin’— (In a hard, matter-of-fact voice.) They don’tknowit’s me done it. They only got somebody’s word. They don’t know it, and they cain’t prove it. No one saw me—
Elly(with foreboding)
Butch, I knowed this ud come. I knowed it. You’ll git sent up. And it ain’t right. You ain’t done nuthin’ wrong. It’s jist a law. W’at the hell’s a law? W’at’s it good fer? Why’n’t it agin the law everwhur else to sell whiskey? Them men whur they have their corner saloons all polished up—a-makin’ it criminal to sell a man a drink—w’at’s right about it? (With scorn.) Oh, yes! I know. Pertectin’ the Indians! They don’t want the Indians to git all lit up liketheydo all the time—ever day, ever night, regular. (With disgust.) Hell! Indians! I ain’t saw two Indians since I come to Indian Territory. Now they’ll git you. I’ve knowed it. They’ll stick you fer sellin’ the stuff to the poor fools that’s too skeered, and too weak, and too damn big a cowards to go up to Kansas City or Joplin and bring in their own whiskey, like a man. They’ll send you to jail—the only man that’s got guts enough to do it. You’ll git ten year or more. W’at’ll I git? I’ll git off—that’s w’at I’ll git. I’ll git left here to rot!
Butch
Shet up! (He goes up the steps and listens intently. Then he comes down.) Let up on yer jail stuff. You’ll have me skeered. And I got to keep my senses. Listen t’ me. I been follered before. The last bunch o’ guys laid in wait close to the Holler whur the whiskey’s at. Did that stop me frum gettin’ the whiskey and gettin’ out with it? Did that stop me frum sellin’ it regler to Joe Hurd’s Curio Store at Claremont? I been follered lots o’ times and you know it. I been follered lots o’ times ’count o’ selling whiskey. It ain’t nuthin’ new to me. But this time I’m follered and it ain’t on the ’count o’ whiskey! They’s sump’n else....
Elly
Butch! You got to tell me! W’at is it, w’at’ve you done?
Butch
Easy, easy!
Elly
You wuz skeered! I never see you like that before. You’ve done sump’n. Tell me w’at it is. W’at’ve you done?
Butch
Lay off, take it easy....
Elly
Butch....
Butch
Christ’s sake! You’re a mad womern! Keep yer shirt on! Mebbe I ain’t donenuthin’. Mebbe I jist been foolin’ myself. Mebbe—for all I know, they ain’t nuthin’ to git excited about.
Elly(suddenly)
Butch! You got blood on yer coat! (She stands a moment, terrified.) You’re hurt! Why’n’t you tell me? Quick, lemme fix it—I didn’t know.
Butch
I ain’t hurt.
Elly
You’re bleedin’.
Butch
It ain’t my blood. (Ellydraws back, her hand at her face, confused.) I killed a man.
Elly(sickened)
Oh! (With terrible conviction.) You’ll hang fer it, Butch Adams! Why’d you go and do it? Who wuz it?
Butch(begins in a hard voice, but becomes more and more excited.)
Jim Dory. He told on me fer sellin’ whiskey. He told the federal officers at Tulsy. I killed him. Stuck a knife in him and turned it around. That’s why I went out at midnight ... to lay fer him. I knowed he’d go to the play-party over t’ Binghams. I laid fer him in the big woods close to the sawmill here. He’d go that a-way home, I figgered. About three o’clock this mornin’ he come along in a buggy with one horse to it. I jumped out and grabbed the bridle. He lep’ out on me with a knife. I got a-hold of it. I stuck it through his ribs and turned it around. Then I got skeered. They might think I done it ... findin’ him so close t’ here. It wouldn’t do to find him so close. I picked him up and dumped him in the buggy and give the horse a crack with a stick. He started off in a run down the road. But not afore I’d saw Jim kinda raise up one of his hands to his face! He wuzn’t dead. I hadn’t made shore! He wuzn’t dead, and he’d tell on me! He’d tell some one ’fore he died, and I’d hang fer it! I thought mebbe I could ketch up and finish the job. But the horse run like mad, crashin’ through the bushes but keepin’ purty close to the road. I run and run after him—almost to the Switch. Then I seen some one come out of the store whur a light was burnin’, and grab the horse’s bridle. I seen him take Jim up and carry him in and shet the door. Irun away then. I didn’t know if he wuz dead or not. If he wuzn’t, he’d tell on me! I wuz crazy—not knowin’ if he wuz dead or not. I come on to the woods. I couldn’t stand it not knowin’: I started back. When I got to the edge of the woods I seen three men comin’ up the road. I knowed one of ’em! It wuz the Shuruff. They musta wired to Claremont fer him. Jim ’dtoldon me! Elly! Whut’ll I do? They’ll git me! (Ellygoes over to the fireplace, in her absorbed way, without speaking, and pours some water in a pan.) Elly! They’ll be here any minute! Fer God’s sake, say sump’n!
Elly
Yer breakfast’s ready.
Butch
Elly!...
Elly
Take off yer coat. (He does, like one in a daze.) Throw it under the bunk. (He does so.) Wash yer hands. (He moves toward the pan slowly and begins to wash his hands. She has gone to the table with the coffee pot and poured some coffee. He finishes washing and dries his hands on a towel.) Set down. (He moves toward the table.)
Butch
But, Elly....
Elly(imperiously)
Set down! And eat yer breakfast,—Mister Murderer! (He sits.Ellyleans over the table.) Eat a plenty. Drink—here’s coffee. Salt pork, gravy, potaters—eat ’em! Enjoy yerself!
Butch(half rising)
Whut’re you meanin’! I hadn’t oughta done it? Whut’d you want me to do ... let him git away with it, let that dirty little coward sneak off to Tulsy and sick the officers onto me like bloodhounds ’n do nuthin’ about it? That ain’t my way! If some one does me dirt he gets his, you c’n count on it! I ain’t no Christian: I’m a man!
Elly(with infinite scorn)
You—
Butch
I’m a man. Let up!
Elly(goes away from him. Bitterly....)
You’re lower’n I thought you wuz. I never thought t’ be livin’ with a murderer. (He comes toward her.) Oh, I ain’t so good. I know. You don’t have t’ tell me. But I never thought t’ come t’ this. I thought I knowed w’at I uz gettin’ into when I went away with you. I knowed you uz a bootlegger. I didn’t keer. It’s clean. It’s right. But killin’ ... I stop at killin’! Why’d you go and do it? Whydidyou? Now they’ll come and take you. They’ll take you away from me!
Butch
Christ’s sake, shet up! They’d a-took me away fer bootleggin’.
Elly
No, they wouldn’ta! They couldn’t ’a’ proved it. But now they’ll take you. They’ll hang you fer murder. (She clings to him.) No, I won’t let ’em! Theycain’ttake you! I love you—I cain’t help it. ’N I won’t let ’em take you away frum me! I won’t let em!I’ll find a way! I will! They ain’t proved you done it ... you said no one seen you....
Butch
They got Jim’s word, I tell you....
Elly(calmer)
He’s dead. He cain’t talk now.
Butch
Sh—! I heerd sump’n! (Excitedly—drawing his pistol.) They won’t git me!...
Elly
Gimme that gun!
Butch
... Not’s long’s I’m alive!
Elly
Butch! Give it t’ me! I’m all right now. I ain’t never advised you wrong. I’ll git you outa this! Listen t’ me: you ain’t been outa the house, y’hear—not since yistiddy. Eat yer breakfast! (She goes to the window, steps on the chair, and looks out.) It’s only a man an’ womern....
Butch
It’s ablind!
Elly
No, no! (Coming down.) It’s jist a boy and girl—a couple o’ kids.
Butch
Keep ’em out!
Elly
No! We’ll let ’emin! It’s Providence!
Butch
It’s a blind, I tell you....
Elly
It’s luck! It’s our luck. Mebbe we c’n use ’em....
Butch
How?
Elly
Some way. I doan know yit. Gimme the gun. (He hands it to her, reluctantly.) Keep yer head. These two’ll come in. They’ll keep you frum hangin’, Butch Adams! (She goes swiftly to the bunks, and hides the pistol under the quilts.Butchgoes back to the table and sits. There is a moment of intense silence. Then a knock.) Come in!
(LloydandBettycome in. They look very slight, very delicate, in this somber place.)
(LloydandBettycome in. They look very slight, very delicate, in this somber place.)
Lloyd(awkwardly)
How’d do?
Elly
Howdy.
Lloyd
You got a fa’r we could git warm at?
Elly
Over thar.
Lloyd
If it ud bother you— If we’d be in yer way.
Elly
It won’t bother me. Nuthin’ gits in my way. You’re welcome. Come in, an’ git warm if you want to. (They come down the steps slowly.Ellyturns to the window.) I’ll git you a cheer.
(LloydandBettyturn, and are about to go to the fireplace whenButchrises from the table where he has been sitting. They see him for the first time and stop in alarm.)
(LloydandBettyturn, and are about to go to the fireplace whenButchrises from the table where he has been sitting. They see him for the first time and stop in alarm.)
Elly(quickly)
Butch, bring a cheer up. (He picks up a chair and sets it in front of the fireplace.LloydandBettywatch him anxiously. He goes across to the bunks and sits down.Ellycrosses over with another chair.) Here’s another cheer. Set down. (They go over slowly and sit.) The fa’r’s goin’ strong. Mebbe you’d like a cup of hot coffee?
Lloyd
Would you, Betty? (She shakes her head.) No, ma’am. Thank you.
Elly
I guess you’ve had yer breakfast.
Lloyd
No’m, we ain’t yit. We’re gonna have it ’s soon’s Miss Meredith comes.
Elly
Who’s Miss Meredith?
Lloyd
Our teacher.
Elly
Oh! Over t’ the Switch.
Lloyd
Yes’m. It’s a picnic breakfast here in the woods—fer the whole class.
Elly
Oh! (After a moment.) You’ve come awful early.
Lloyd
Nobody’s come yit—but us. We come early.
Elly
How’d you happen to do that?
Lloyd(hesitating)
Why, we—we jist thought we’d come early. We drove over from the Switch. Horse and buggy’s up here a ways—not fur.
Elly
Oh! (She looks from one to the other. Then toBetty.) Air you gittin’ warm, Miss?
Betty(gratefully)
Yes’m. I wuz cold.
Lloyd
She wuz tremblin’.
Elly
You’d oughta wear more clothes when you go out s’ early.
Betty
Yes’m.
Elly
Yer Maw ud oughta told you.
Betty
Maw’s dead.
Elly
Yer Paw ud oughta told you, then.
Betty
He’s asleep. (The three smile at this.LloydandBettybegin to feel more at ease.) This is the first time I been out s’ early. I didn’t know it wuz cold. Now I know. ’Fore it gits sun-up it’s li’ble to be. Even after sun-up it’s apt to be cold here in the woods, ain’t it?
Butch(suddenly)
Elly! Ain’t you got a coat you could let her borry?
Elly(surprised)
Why, yes, I got a coat. (ToBetty.) I’ll lend you one.
Betty
No’m, you mustn’t. I’m obliged to you, but I doan need it.
Elly
You shore?
Betty
Yes’m.
(Butch’sinterruption causes a constrained silence.Ellygoes away toward the bunks thoughtfully.Betty,uneasy, looks atLloyd.ThenButchrises, crosses the room, takes the poker and stirs the fire. He goes back to the little table and sits down.Lloydrises, makes a step towardElly.)
(Butch’sinterruption causes a constrained silence.Ellygoes away toward the bunks thoughtfully.Betty,uneasy, looks atLloyd.ThenButchrises, crosses the room, takes the poker and stirs the fire. He goes back to the little table and sits down.Lloydrises, makes a step towardElly.)
Mebbe we better go now—
Butch(loudly)
Set down! (He begins eating his breakfast.)
Elly(quickly)
He ain’t had his breakfast. Don’t mind him.
Lloyd
We better go.
Elly
He don’t mean nuthin’.
Lloyd(uneasy)
Well, we’ll stay a minute or two. (He goes back and sits down.)
Elly(as if nothing had happened)
Must be fun to come a-picnickin’ in the woods.
Lloyd
I doan know. I ain’t never been.
Elly
I ain’t been since I uz yore age.Whyain’t you been?
Lloyd
I’ve always worked, helped my Dad drive cattle—till now. I’m in school.
Elly
And ain’t never been to school before?
Lloyd
No, ma’am.
Elly
And ain’t never went on picnics?
Lloyd
Not till now.
Elly
I used to go all the time when I uz yore age. In Kansas City. Woods wuzn’t fur away. Used to go—a whole crowd of us—ever Sunday. Set on the ground ... real ground, ’stid o’ pavement ... with grass a-growin’ out of it. First I’d ever saw. We thought it wuz fine. You’ve missed a lot.
Lloyd
Yes’m. I guess so. But I’ve had fun. I been out with Paw a lot—drivin’ cattle. He buys ’em up differnt places—Verdigree, Foyil, Sageeyah, even ’s fur away’s Pryor Crick. Nen we saddle up our horses’n go out ’n drive ’em in to ship to the market at St. Louis.
Elly
W’at’s fun about drivin’ cattle? Sounds like work t’ me.
Lloyd
Well, it’s work. And it’s fun, too.
Elly
In winter, looks like you’d freeze yer ears off....
Lloyd
We don’t drive ’em much in winter.
Elly
Well, in the summer then, ’n the spring: I doan see w’at’s fun about the scorchin’ heat ’n the dust ’n the hot wind. I’d wanta be in out of it. I’d wanta be under a roof whur the sun didn’t hit me....
Lloyd
Sun’s bad. Dust’s bad, too. Wind ain’t so good. But they’s sump’n else....
Elly
Yeow? W’at is it?
Lloyd(going across to her)
I doan know ... it’s kinda crazy....
Elly
I had a crazy brother.
Lloyd(smiling)
Well, it ain’t as bad as that.
Elly
My brother wuzn’t bad. Jist wuzn’t right. He used to run out in the woods here like he uz wild. He lived here with us. He done queer things.
Lloyd
This is queer too. You’ll laugh. You see, when Paw and me goes out t’ drive cattle, some time or other we pass by the Big Lake.
Elly(strangely)
The Lake?
Lloyd
Yes’m. Sometimes it’s early ... when we first start out frum the Switch. Sometimes it’s the middle of the day—when we’ve got back frum Grand River. Sometimes it’s night. But we alwys pass by it—some time or other.
Elly
I doan see w’at’s fun about it. I been livin’ here three year. I c’n see the Lake any time. They’s no fun to that.
Lloyd
I cain’t explain it very well. It’s nice—nice t’ see it. ’N no matter whur you’re at, whut time o’ day it is, it’s nice to know the Lake’s thar. ’N it’s nice to know ’at some time mebbe you’ll git a chance to go out on it. I ain’t never been. I alwys want to. (Smiling.) Kinda crazy, ain’t it?
Elly(thoughtfully)
Yes.
Lloyd
I told you it wuz.
Elly(slowly)
You’re not the only one.
Lloyd
The only one whut?
Elly
Crazy. They’s others. I’ve saw ’em. Do you ever read the newspapers?
Lloyd
Why, no’m—I—
Elly
Cain’t read?
Lloyd
Well, not much. But I’m gonna learn better.
Elly
How long you lived at the Switch?
Lloyd
Alwys lived thar.
Elly
Then you musta heerd of people gettin’ drownded in the Lake?
Lloyd
Yes’m.
Elly
Crazy. Why’d they go on it?
Lloyd
’Tain’t the Lake’s fault. It’s their’n.
Elly
Yeow. Fer goin’ out on it.
Lloyd
No. Fer keerlessness. Some of ’em fall in. Some of ’em turn the boat over. Sometimes the boat leaks....
Elly
Yeow. But if they didn’t try to go out on the Lake, the boat wouldn’t leak, the boat wouldn’t turn over, ’n they wouldn’t fall in. It’s their fault fer goin’!
Lloyd
But people will go out on it. People want to. It ain’t wrong.
Elly
No. ’Tain’t wrong. ’N people will do it. That’s the trouble: they will do it. ’N do you know who it is does it? D’you know who it is that’s alwys gettin’ drownded in the Lake? People like you—young people—like yerselves—picnickin’! My brother—he got drownded out thar—a month back. We never did find him.
(Butchhas risen to put a log on the fire.Bettyshrinks away from him as he goes near her.)
(Butchhas risen to put a log on the fire.Bettyshrinks away from him as he goes near her.)
Butch
Warm now?
Betty
Yes, sir. (Lloydgoes over quickly, anxiously.) We better go, Lloyd. I’m warm. I’m plenty warm.
Lloyd
Well, we’ll go then. (ToButch.) Thank you, Mister— Thank you fer the fa’r. (He turns towardElly.) I wuz goin’ t’ ask you if we could borry yer boat. I doan know now if I want to....
Betty(quickly, nervously ... toElly)
You got a boat, ain’t you?
Elly
Yes.
Betty
Let us borry it ... awhile? Please! Let us borry it!
Lloyd(toBetty)
You still wanta go on the lake?
Betty
Yes. I do. (ToElly.) Please. Cain’t we take it fer a while?
Elly
I doan know—I ain’t so shore....
Butch(suddenly)
Borry it! Borry it all you want to! Here’s the key. (Lloydtakes it.) Bring it back when you git ready. Oars is over thar by the door.
Lloyd
Thank you. (ToElly.) Thanks fer the f’ar. (LloydandBettygo toward the steps. He picks up the oars. They go up the steps.Lloydturns toElly.) The oars seem to be good. The boat—don’t leak, does it?
Elly
No, it don’t leak.
Lloyd(smiling)
Well. I’m keerful. Betty’s keerful. We’ll make out all right, I guess!
(They go out.Ellylooks sharply atButch.He turns back to the table and sits down. She follows him over.)
(They go out.Ellylooks sharply atButch.He turns back to the table and sits down. She follows him over.)
Elly(sharply)
Why’d you do it?
Butch
Do whut?
Elly
Give ’em the key. Give ’em the oars.
Butch
Why, to git rid of ’em. I didn’t want ’em here. It uz you wanted ’em.
Elly
You’re lyin’. Why’d you do it?
Butch
I told you.
Elly
That wuzn’t it. You got some reason.
Butch
You had a reason fer lettin’ ’em come in, too. You said you did, anyway. Well, what wuz it?
Elly
I thought we could use ’em....
Butch
Use ’em! How could we use ’em?
Elly
I guess we cain’t....
Butch(scornfully)
No, ’course not! You never had no idee of it. You wuz jist talkin’....
Elly
I did have an idee. I thought—when I seen ’em outside ... they might be a way of throwin’ the blame onto that boy, someway....
Butch(rising—excited)
Elly! You thought of blamin’ him with....
Elly
Yes. ’Fore Iseenhim, I did. After he come in, I knowed we couldn’t.
Butch
Why not?
Elly
I wouldn’t have the nerve—to try to throw it onto him. Mebbe it ud work all right, mebbe it could be done. They’s ways of makin’ fools outa the law.... Oh, I know, I’ve done it many’s the time ... an’ we could git suspicion on this boy someway. And he’d hang too—innocent and all! But I cain’t do it, I wouldn’t think of doin’ it....
Butch(harshly)
Well, why wouldn’t you?
Elly(frightened)
Butch! Fergit I said it, fergit I ever thought of sich a thing.
Butch(grimly)
I’m glad you thought of it.
Elly
W’at’d you mean?
Butch
I mean—it’s an idee.... I wouldn’t a-thought of it. I c’n see, I c’n see a way—you’re a smart womern, Elly.... Wait a minute, lemme think....
Elly
No! You cain’t do it. W’at’re you thinkin’ of?
Butch
Why not? D’you want me to hang?
Elly
No.
Butch
Shet up, then! The officers’ll come here. Whut’ll I tell ’em ... whut’ll I say—they’ll come in the door—this boy—he’ll be out on the lake by that time....
Elly
Butch! Butch!
Butch
Shet up!
Elly
You cain’t plan to do this! I won’t let you git that boy killed. He’s too young, he’s too sweet-lookin’....
Butch
Ha! Ain’t I young? Ain’t I sweet-lookin’? You’ve said so. ’D you mean it?
Elly
I come here—and lived with you.
Butch
So’d Lilly. So’d Marge. ’N whut’d they do? Lilly on her death bed a-damnin’ me—I c’n hear her yit. Marge—she tried to give me up to the law. I fixed her. Hell! They both come here, ’n lived with me. That don’t prove nuthin’. You got to prove it some other way. You got to help me....
Elly
I’ve helped you—bendin’ over yer f’ar, cookin’ yer victuals, washin’ yer clothes, makin’ the beds you’ve slep’ in. I’ve helped you ... livin’ in this dampcellar like a mole with no sunshine a-comin’ in and no moonlight ever. I’ve tended you when you uz sick, I’ve lied fer you, I’ve buried myself away frum all the decent folks I ever knowed—here in these dark woods fer three year. Why’d I do it? WhydidI? It’s proof you want, is it? Then look at me, Butch Adams!I’mproof! Look at me! I uz young when I come here with you three year ago. I uz young—like that little girl that uz here jist now. I wuzn’t as purty as her, but I uz young like her. Look at me now!
Butch
You’re talkin’. You’re puttin’ words together. Whut good are they to me? They won’t save my neck frum hangin’. You got to help me. If you got to talk, tell me whut to do. The Shuruff’ll be comin’ here. Whut’ll I say to him? They ain’t nuthin’ to say to him, unless you help me. I got a plan—
Elly
Not that boy!
Butch
You got to help me. They don’t keer who they hang in this country. One man’s as good as another fer hangin’.Theydon’t keer. ButIdo! I keer fer hangin’. It’s got to be some one else.
Elly
Not that boy!
Butch
Thatboy! It’s got to be him! It’s got to be him killed Jim Dory—
Elly
They’ll never b’lieve he done it.
Butch
They’ll believe it—
Elly
Jim Dory must’a’ told ’em ’fore he died who done it—
Butch
That don’t prove it. My word’s as good as his. Jim might’a’ made a mistake; in the dark woods he couldn’t see so well ... not even if it ud been daylight. Mebbe—some one else done it—
Elly
Not that boy!
Butch
That boy, I tell you!
Elly
No, Butch, no!
Butch
Shet up!
Elly
I cain’t let you. You doan know w’at you’re doin....
Butch
Doin’? I’m savin’ my neck, that’s whut I’m doin’!
Elly
You’re losin’ it. If you git that boy hung, you’re hangin’ yerself!
Butch
You’d tell on me! Damn you, I’d oughta kill you!
Elly
Kill me then! Coward! Don’t you know if I done w’at’s right, I’d tell on you now? I’d give you up to the law fer the brute you are, an’ let you hang as you’d oughta hang! Why don’t I? (Bitterly.) Yes, why don’t I? ’Cause I’m a fool, that’s why! I’m like all the women in the world that’s ever lived: I ain’t good, I ain’t decent, I ain’t even honest except to one man! I hate you!
Butch
Oh, you do, eh? Well, whut is it you mean, then? If I get that boy hung, how’ll that be hangin’ myself?
Elly
Wuzn’t you ever young?
Butch
Whut’s that got to do with it?
Elly(pleading)
Wuzn’t you ever jist startin’ life? Wuzn’t you ever innocent and good, and wantin’ to go out into the world and expectin’ it to be kind to you?...
Butch
No!