ional appreciation._] Jim!

JIM. [_With a restraining gesture._] Never mind, Kate.

TRAVERS. You tell me to go?

JIM. [_Pause._] Yes.

TRAVERS. Why, there's ten thousand dollars' reward--

JIM. For the man that--went--in--that--car--but you ain't that man.

TRAVERS. On your horse?

JIM. Yes.

TRAVERS. Kate--[_Starts toward her._

KATE. [_Shrinking._] Oh--h!

TRAVERS. [_Holds out hand._] Jim Radburn!

JIM. No--I give you my horse, but I'm _damned_ if I shake hands with
you--!!

_Exit_ TRAVERS. KATE _sinks in chair sobbing._ JIM _in doorway regards
her tenderly._

CURTAIN.

ACT IV.

SCENE. _Exterior of_ JIM RADBURN'S _cabin-front, stoop and steps
showing. Rail-fence partly broken down is across the stage at right
and continues in painting on the panorama back-drop of rough country
with stacks of cord wood. Many stumps showing. A mud road winds into
the distance, a stile crosses fence._

DISCOVERED. JIM _on step with pencil and queer note-paper, writing on
a piece of broken board._

JIM. Hello! Dropped my pencil. [_Picks it up._] Of course fell on the
"buttered side," an' I've got to whittle it agin. [_Takes enormous
knife from his pocket and opens it._

_Enter_ EM'LY, _with milk-pails filled._

EM'LY. Say, Jim--

JIM. [_Whets knife on boot._] Well?

EM'LY. You let the pony out?

JIM. [_Sharpens pencil._] No.

EM'LY. Ain't in his stall.

JIM. I know. [EM'LY _looks at_ JIM _a moment and exits back of
house. Looking at paper._] I reckon that's right--Mayor and City
Council--[_Writes--first wetting pencil in his mouth._] Huh--I
s'pose I ought to write it in ink--dog gone it--[_Writing through his
speech._] If it wasn't for Em'ly I wouldn't care--not a damn--[_Looks
up._] I wonder whether it's U.G. or E.G. [_Writes._] I'll jus' kinder
round off the top an' play it both ways. "Resignation," and after
that, why they kin see me personally.

_Re-enter_ EM'LY, _with pails empty._ EM'LY _sings._

EM'LY. [_Pause._] Who did let him out?

JIM. Who?

EM'LY. Pony.

JIM. Me.

EM'LY. Why, I thought you said you didn't.

JIM. Well, not to pasture; I give him to a feller.

EM'LY. [_Surprised._] Give him?

JIM. Yes.

EM'LY. Why?

JIM. [_With meaning._] He needed him awful bad. [_Writes._

EM'LY _stands looking at him a moment; then turns to go._

EM'LY. Say! [_Puts pails down._

JIM. What?

EM'LY. Here comes Sam.

JIM. [_Writing and not looking up._] Bully!

EM'LY. You want