ut.

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. It's ME and YOU he'll get into trouble. You hadn't
ought to send HIM to do second-story work.

HATCH:
(Contemptuously)
No?

REDDY:
No; he's too tender-hearted. A second-story worker ought to use
his gun.

HATCH:
Oh, you! You'll fire your gun too often some day.

REDDY:
No, I won't. I did once, but I didn't do it again for six years.
But Harry--ah, he's too tender-hearted. If Harry was a chicken
thief, before he'd wring a chicken's neck he'd give it laughing
gas. Why, you remember the lady that woke up and begged him to
give her back a gold watch because it belonged to her little
girl who was dead. Well--it turned out the little girl wasn't
dead. It turned out the little girl was a big boy, alive and
kicking--especially kicking. He kicked me into a rose bush.

HATCH:
That'll do. Harry's learning his trade. He'll pick it up in time.

REDDY:
About time he picked up something. Remember the Gainesville Bank;
where he went away leaving ten thousand dollars in the back of the
safe. Why didn't he pick THAT up?

HATCH:
Because it wasn't there. Bank directors always say that--to make
us feel bad. Hush!

(HARRY enters, carrying his silk muffler, which now is wrapped
about a collection of jewels and watches.)

HATCH:
That's quick work. What did you get?

HARRY:
Some neck strings, and rings, and two watches.

(He spreads the muffler on the table. The three men examine the
jewelry.)

HATCH:
That looks good. Who's up there?

HARRY:
Only an