Lady No, not just yet.

Man Well, all right then. Don’t be telling me every minute that he’s crazy.

Lady You needn’t be huffy about it.

Man refuses to answer, uncrosses legs.

When Joe began to sing, Kit Carson turned away from the marble game and listened. While the man and woman are arguing he comes over to Joe’s table.

Kit Carson Presbyterian?

Joe I attended a Presbyterian Sunday school.

Kit Carson Fond of singing?

Joe On occasion. Have a drink?

Kit Carson Thanks.

Joe Get a glass and sit down.

Kit Carson gets a glass from Nick, returns to the table, sits down, Joe pours him a drink, they touch glasses just as the Salvation Army people begin to fulfil the request. They sip some champagne, and at the proper moment begin to sing the song together, sipping champagne, raising hell with the tune, swinging it, and so on. The Society Lady joins them, and is stopped by her husband.

Joe Always was fond of that song. Used to sing it at the top of my voice. Never saved a seaman in my life.

Kit Carson (flirting with the Society Lady, who loves it) I saved a seaman once. Well, he wasn’t exactly a seaman. He was a darky named Wellington. Heavy-set sort of a fellow. Nice personality, but no friends to speak of. Not until I came along, at any rate. In New Orleans. In the summer of the year 1899. No. ’98. I was a lot younger of course, and had no moustache, but was regarded by many people as a man of means.

Joe Know anything about guns?

Kit Carson (flirting) All there is to know. Didn’t fight the Ojibways for nothing. Up there in the Lake Takalooca country, in Michigan. (Remembering.) Along about in 1881 or 2. Fought ’em right up to the shore of the Lake. Made ’em swim for Canada. One fellow in particular, an Indian named Harry Daisy.

Joe (opening the box containing the revolver) What sort of a gun would you say this is? Any good?

Kit Carson (at sight of gun, leaping) Yep. That looks like a pretty nice hunk of shooting iron. That’s a six-shooter. Shot a man with a six-shooter once. Got him through the palm of his right hand. Lifted his arm to wave to a friend. Thought it was a bird. Fellow named, I believe, Carroway. Larrimore Carroway.

Joe Know how to work one of these things?

He offers Kit Carson the revolver, which is old and enormous.

Kit Carson (laughing at the absurd question) Know how to work it? Hand me that little gun, son, and I’ll show you all about it.

Joe hands Kit Carson the revolver.

Kit Carson (importantly) Let’s see now. This is probably a new kind of six-shooter. After my time. Haven’t nicked an Indian in years. I believe this here place is supposed to move out. (He fools around and gets the barrel out for loading.) That’s it. There it is.