JIMMY B. [_Looking at doors and windows._] Oh, well! Everything's secure.
JIMMY B. Oh, yes. I'm sure. So let's both be off at once, without delay. [_Noise outside_—JIMMY _starts, guiltily._]
JIMMY B. Hello, there, now! What was that?
JIMMY. [_Starting for the door._] Get away!
[_Door opens suddenly._ JOHNNY STOUT _bursts in and then stops, astonished._]
JOHNNY. Goodness, Jenny! What's this mean?
JOHNNY. Why this confusing scene? Are you moving?
JOHNNY. Going _out_? Whom with? and where?
JENNY. [_Points to_ J. B.] Mr. Algernon St. Clair.
JIMMY B. [_Loftily._] So don't keep us here, young feller, with your talk.
JOHNNY. [_Suspiciously._] Jenny, who's that party there?
JENNY. [_Pouting._] Mr. Algernon St. Clair— Mama's cousin, who has come here from Nevada.
Well, my friend, you'll have to walk! Pretty quick, sir, too, before I make it harder!
JIMMY B. Why! You saucy little cub, Why!—I'll have to thrash you, Bub. Just you scatter, or I'll help you with my toe, sir!
JOHNNY. [_Quickly pulling out a pistol from the table-drawer, and pointing it at_ JIMMY B.] Do you see this little toy? There's six pills for you, my boy, Unless you drop that stuff at once and—go, sir!
JIMMY B. [_To_ JENNY, _appealingly._] Look here, Sis, this isn't square!
JENNY. [_Protesting._] Mr. Algernon St. Clair!
JOHNNY. [_Contemptuously._] Mr. Algernon St. Fiddlesticks, my Jenny! Why, this sneaking fellow, here, Is just out of jail, my dear! He's a tramp, without a single honest penny.
JIMMY B. [_Stepping toward him._] That's a lie!
JOHNNY. [_Levels pistol at him._] Hush! don't you talk. Drop your bundle, sir, and walk, Or I'll shoot you like a dog, without objection. Now, then—go, sir, or I'll fire! Put your hands up!—higher! higher! Wait here, Jenny: I'll just sever this connection.
[_He backs_ J. B. _out of the room at the muzzle of the pistol_; JENNY _listens for a while, and then sinks on a chair and cries._]
JENNY. Just a horrid, dirty tramp! What an awful, awful scamp! Oh, what _shall_ I say to Mama? Dearie, dear! If I'd only minded her Such a thing could not occur, And she'll _never_ trust me so again, I fear.
[_Cries a little longer. Then jumps up, indignantly._]
Oh, but what a horrid bear! Mr. Algernon St. Clair! [_Contemptuously._] What an awful, awful, _awful_ wicked story!