(Starts for door R.)

GOLDIE:  Gee, Billy!  I hadn’t thought of that. (Goes into bedroom and lights electric light L. of bedroom off C.)

EEL:  (R.  C. looking at door R.) I kind of thought I saw a light through the bottom of this door, when we was coming up the stairs.

GOLDIE:  (Coming down C.) Oh, it must have been the reflection of the moon. (Takes off hat and puts it on dresser in bedroom.  EEL crosses room backwards to L., holding hand in moonlight to make the shadow on bottom of door.  GOLDIE watches him.  EEL then turns to window and GOLDIE looks under bed.)

EEL:  (Excitedly.) This latch is sprung.

GOLDIE:  I must have left it open, when they hiked me down to the club house.

EEL:  Are you sure?

GOLDIE:  SURE!

EEL:  (Going down L.) Well, then, I guess we’re all right for the present at least.

GOLDIE:  (Coming down C. with travelling bag which she has taken off of bed.) Yes, until Dugan finds out we’ve been sprung, and then he’ll be after us like a cat after a mouse. (Puts bag on table up R.)

EEL:  We’ll be on a rattler for Chi, before that.  How long will it take you to pack?

GOLDIE:  (Going into bedroom.) About a half hour.

EEL:  That’s good.  If Dugan does go after us (Chuckles.), he’s got to get us first.

GOLDIE:  (Coming down C. with kimono which she has taken from door C. in bedroom, and is folding.) Say, Billy, I guess I’d better lock this door. (Starts for door, but his next line stops her.)

EEL:  He can’t break in here without a search warrant, and he can’t get that before Monday. (Lying down on couch.)

GOLDIE:  Well, what’s he going to get it on then? (Putting kimono in bag on table R., picking up a pair of shoes from the floor near table, but the EEL’s next line stops her.)

EEL:  (Still on couch.) You ought to know Dugan well enough by this time.  He’ll get something on us, leave it to him.

GOLDIE:  (Stopping thoughtfully in door C., then throwing shoes on floor near bed decisively and coming down C.) If he does, I’ll turn squealer for the first time in my life.

EEL:  (Jumping off of couch quickly.) Don’t you do it.  I could never look you square in the eyes again if you did.

GOLDIE:  It ain’t no worse to squeal than it is to steal.

EEL:  Yes, it is, Kid, God’ll forgive a thief, but he hates a squealer.

GOLDIE:  Maybe you’re right, Billy.  Well, I guess we’d better get a move on. (Going into bedroom and getting hair brush off of dresser.) We can’t get out of here any too soon to suit me. (Putting brush in bag on Table R., then smiling at EEL.)

EEL:  You betcher! (Goes to mantle L. and leans against it thoughtfully.)

GOLDIE:  (Coming C.) What’s on your mind now?

EEL:  I was just thinkin’ of that first job I’d have to do when we get to Chi.