DAISY. (Making as if to cry) I wasn’t studyin’ ’bout no Dave. JIM. (Hopefully) Aw, don’t tell me. (Sings) Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, show me a woman that a man can trust. (DAISY is crying now.) JIM. What you crying for? You know you love Dave. I’m yo’ monkey-man. He always could do more wid you that I could. DAISY. Naw, you ain’t no monkey-man neither. I don’t want you to leave town. I didn’t want y’all to be fightin’ over me, nohow. JIM. Aw, rock on down de road wid dat stuff. A two-timin’ cloaker like you don’t keer whut come off. Me and Dave been good friends ever since we was born till you had to go flouncing yourself around. DAISY. What did I do? All I did was to come over town to see you and git a mouf-ful of gum. Next thing I know y’all is fighting and carrying on. JrM: (Stands silent for a while) Did you come over there Sat’-day night to see me sho nuff, sugar babe? DAISY. Everybody could see dat but you. JIM. Just like I told you, Daisy, before you ever left from round here and went up North. I could kiss you every day ... just as regular as pig-tracks. DAISY. And I tole you I could stand it too—just as regular as you could. JIM. (Catching her by the arm and pulling her down with him onto the rail) Set down, here, Daisy. Less talk some chat. You want me sho nuff? Hones’ to God? DAISY. (Coyly) ’Member whut I told you out on de lake last summer? JIM. Sho nuff, Daisy? (DAISY nods smilingly) JIM. (Sadly) But I got to go ’way. Whut we gointer do ’bout dat? DAISY. Where you goin’, Jim? JIM. (Looking sadly down the track) God knows. (Off stage from the same direction from which JIM entered comes the sound of whistling and tramping of feet on the ties.) JIM. (Brightening) Dat’s Dave! (Frowning) Wonder whut he doin’ walkin’ dis track? (Looks accusingly at DAISY) I bet he’s goin’ to yo’ work-place. DAISY. Whut for? JIM. He ain’t goin’ to see de madame—must be goin’ to see you. (He starts to rise petulantly as DAVE comes upon the scene. Daisy rises also.) DAVE. (Looks accusingly from one to the other) Whut y’all jumpin’ up for? I . . . JIM. Whut you gut to do wid us business? Tain’t none of yo’ business if we stand up, set down or fly like a skeeter hawk. DAVE. Who said I keered? Dis railroad belongs to de man—I kin walk it good as you, cain’t I? JIM. (Laughing exultantly) Oh, yeah, Mr. Do-Dirty! You figgered you had done run me on off so you could git Daisy all by yo’self. You was headin’ right for her work-place. DAVE. I wasn’t no such a thing. JIM. You was. Didn’t I hear you coming down de track all whistling and everything? DAVE. Youse a big ole Georgy-something-ain’t-so! I done got my belly full of Daisy Sat’day night. She can’t snore in my ear no more. DAISY. (Indignantly) Whut you come here low-ratin’ me for, Dave Carter? I ain’t done nothin’ to you but treat you white. Who come rubbed yo’ ole head for you yestiddy if it wasn’t me?