THE GOD OF VENGEANCE
him away from Hindel.) A young chap like you, with a respectable mother, — and your father was a pious Jew. . . What does she want of you? What is she pestering you for?
Shloyme, resolutely.
Come, Sarah. We'll get Rifkele.
Hindel, clapping her hand across his mouth.
You'll not tell. You know nothing about her. (She runs over to the door, shuts it and stands with her back against it.) I won't let you go out. (Runs over to Shloyme and seizes his hand.) Remember, Shloyme. It's all right for them. Then why not for us? Come, Shloyme. We'll leave this place. . . And we'll do such a business — such a flourishing business!
Shloyme
We've heard all that. . . we've heard it before. (Thrusts her away.) We'll talk that over later. I haven't any time now. (Goes out with Sarah, followed by Hindel.)
Sarah, running back. Opens Rifkele's door and calls to the men inside.
Rifkele is here!
Hindel, from the entry.
I'll not let you. You won't tell!
Shloyme, in the doorway.
Come, Sarah.
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