KELLY. [_Coming down with_ TRAVERS.] You'd risk your neck for that girl? TRAVERS. I'm all right, Kelly. I'll get out to-night, but I've got to see her first. _They go up and exeunt._ BOLLINGER. Joe. JOE. Yes. BOLLINGER. [_Looking off carefully_.] I see Jim last night after we left here. He says he's out of the race for Legislature. JOE. That's what he says. BOLLINGER. Why? JOE. Well, what did _he_ say? BOLLINGER. _Personal_ reasons. JOE. Well, that goes--all right, Cal,--put her on now, an' let 'em get out. _Wheel is done._ CAL _takes it up to coach_. BOLLINGER. Well, you're jes' as good as elected then, Joe. JOE. Think so? BOLLINGER. Sure. See here. [_Aside_.] Folks down in Louisiana thinks Jim will be the nominee. I'm goin' down to-day to bet fifteen or twenty dollars he won't, 'fore they hear of it. JOE. No promises. BOLLINGER. No, sir-ee--put up, or shut up--I've got twenty-two and a half in my pocket--some of it's Clark's, but blamed little. _Re-enter_ JIM _with pan of milk--kneels by dog and feeds it_. SARBER. Now stand out of the way there. BOLLINGER. Goin', Bill? SARBER. Soon as we hitch. _They take wagon out._ BOLLINGER, KELLY, TRAVERS _and_ SARBER _go out with wagon_. JOE. Come Cal--[CAL _turns_.] Hash! [CAL _exits_.] Breakfast, Jim. JIM. Had it. JOE. Come, set with us. [_Exit, followed by_ JIM. _Enter_ TRAVERS. TRAVERS. Kelly is right. I should go on that coach--but--I must see Kate--they're at breakfast--if I only--yes, just a minute. [_Beckons_ KATE.] I wish that fellow wasn't here. _Enter_ KATE. KATE. Mr. Travers. TRAVERS. I should leave on that coach. KATE. Do I keep you? TRAVERS. Yes. KATE. Why? TRAVERS. Because when I leave Bowling Green now, I shall never come back. KATE. You--you are jesting. TRAVERS. In dead earnest. [_Slight clatter of dishes_--KATE _looks off_.] Do you care for that man? KATE. [_Coming down_.] I admire him. I think he is a good and a noble character. TRAVERS. Better than I am. KATE. He may be,--but--I don't love him-- TRAVERS. Do you love me? SARBER. [_Off_.] All ready; get in. KATE. The stage is going. [_She turns_. TRAVERS. Do you love me? SARBER. Get in. TRAVERS. Do you? KATE. [_Pause_.] Yes. TRAVERS. Then let them leave--[SARBER _calling_ "git ap"--_and a whip cracks. We hear stage--voices go_.] Will you go with me--to-night? KATE. How--go with you? TRAVERS. As my wife. KATE. But why such haste? Why go as if we feared anything? TRAVERS. I must go to-night. Great interests depend upon it. I know your people don't like me, but I haven't time to humour them. Will you go? KATE. Let me think till then. TRAVERS. Yes,--good-bye till to-night. [_Holds her hand--she turns as if to leave_.] Kate! Kate! Good-bye. [_Impulsive turn and embrace_.] Till to-night. _Enter_ DAVE, _from breakfast_. DAVE. Huh! [_Shortly; more a chuck than an exclamation. The lovers start_.] Oh! Seminary! TRAVERS _exits_. DAVE. [_Embarrassed--nodding off_.] Breakfast.