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Zekiel.
[Turning at r. c.] Reckon you-all bettah be home, Marse Cunnel, an' quit wo'kin' fo' to-night.
Hamilton.
I'm out, Zekiel, I'm out.
[Zekiel goes out r.; half closes room-door. Schuyler heard.
Schuyler.
[Without.] What! Still out? I'll come in, Uncle, and wait!
[Coming through hall door.
Zekiel.
[As Schuyler stumps in.] So he'p me, Gen'al, 'tain' no good yo' waitin'.
[Enter General Schuyler r., Zekiel backing in before him, trying to prevent him.
Hamilton.
[Who has gotten up as soon as he heard voice.] Why, father, I've been expecting you for hours.
[Meeting him up r., taking his hands and bringing him into the room.
Schuyler.
Well, I called on you hours ago. [To Zekiel.] You black nigger, you, I don't believe he's been out at all!
Zekiel.
[Down r. of Schuyler.] Why, he say he were out, and I done think he were.
