ActIII

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Act

III

Setting: A high stretch of railroad track thru a luxurious Florida forest. It is near sundown.

Action: When the curtain rises there is no one on the stage, but there is a tremendous noise and hubbub off stage right. There are yells of derision and shouts of anger. Part of the mob is trying to keep Jim in town, and part is driving him off. After a full minute of this, Jim enters with his guitar hanging around his neck and his coat over his shoulder. The sun is dropping low and red thru the forest. He is looking back angrily and shouting at the mob. A missile is thrown after him. Jim drops his coat and guitar and grabs up a piece of brick, and makes threatening gestures of throwing it.

Jim

Running back the way he came and hurling the brick with all his might. I’ll kill some o’ you old box-ankled niggers. Grabs up another piece of brick. I’m out o’ your old town. Now just let some of you old half-pint Baptists let yo’ wooden God and Cornstalk Jesus fool you into hittin’ me. Threatens to throw again. There are some frightened screams and the mob is heard running back. I’m glad I’m out o’ yo’ ole town anyhow. I ain’t never comin’ back no mo’, neither. You ole ugly-rump niggers done ruint de town anyhow.

There is complete silence off stage. Jim walks a few steps with his coat and guitar, then sits down on the railroad embankment facing the audience. He pulls off one shoe and pours the sand out. He holds the shoe in his hand a moment and looks wistfully back down the railroad track.

Jim

Lawd, folks sho is deceitful. He puts on the shoe and looks back down the track again. I never woulda thought people woulda acted like that. Laces up the shoe. Specially Dave Carter, much as me and him done progue’d ’round together goin’ in swimmin’ an’ playin’ ball an’ serenadin’ de girls an’ de white folks. He sits there gloomily silent for awhile, then looks behind him and picks up his guitar and begins to pick a tune. The music is very sad, but he trails off into, “You May Leave An’ Go to Halimuhfacks, but My Slow Drag Will Bring You Back.” When he finishes he looks at the sun and picks up his coat.

Jim

Reckon I better git on down de road and git some where. Lawd knows where. Stops suddenly in his tracks and turns back toward the village. Takes a step or two. All dat mess and stink for nothin’. Dave know good an’ well I didn’t meant to hurt him much. He takes off his cap and scratches his head thoroughly. Then turns again and starts on down the road left. Enter Daisy, left, walking fast and panting, her head down. They meet.

Daisy

Oh, hello, Jim. A little surprised and startled.

Jim

Not expecting her. Hello, Daisy. Embarrassed silence.

Daisy

I was just coming over town to see how you come out.

Jim

You don’t have to go way over there to find dat out⁠ ⁠… you and Dave done got me run outa town for nothin’.

Daisy

Putting her hand on his arm. Dey didn’t run you outa town, did dey?

Jim

Shaking her hand off. Whut you reckon I’m countin’ Mr. Railroad’s ties for⁠ ⁠… just to find out how many ties between here and Orlando?

Daisy

Hand on his arm again. Dey cain’t run you off like dat!

Jim

Take yo’ hands off me, Daisy! How come they cain’t run me off wid you and Dave an’⁠ ⁠… everybody ’ginst me?

Daisy

I ain’t opened my mouf ’gainst you, Jim. I ain’t said one word⁠ ⁠… I wasn’t even at de old trial. My madame wouldn’t let me git off. I wuz just comin’ to see ’bout you now.

Jim

Aw, go ’head on. You figgered I was gone too long to talk about. You was haulin’ it over to town to see Dave⁠ ⁠… dat’s whut you was doin’⁠ ⁠… after gittin’ me all messed up.

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.

Jim

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’ workplace.

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 workplace.

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?

Dave

Yeah, you rubbed my head all right, and I lakted dat. But everybody say you done toted a pan to Joe Clark’s barn for Jim before I seen you.

Daisy

Think I was going to let Jim lay there ’thout nothing fitten for a dog to eat?

Dave

That’s all right, Daisy. If you want to pay Jim for knockin’ me in de head, all right. But I’m a man in a class⁠ ⁠… in a class to myself and nobody knows my name.

Jim

Snatching Daisy around to face him. Was you over to Dave’s house yestiddy rubbing his ole head and cloaking wid him to run me outa town⁠ ⁠… and me looked up in dat barn wid de cows and mules?

Daisy

Sobbing. All both of y’all hollerin’ at me an’ fussin’ me just cause I tries to be nice⁠ ⁠… and neither one of y’all don’t keer nothin’ bout me.

Both Boys glare at each other over Daisy’s head and both try to hug her at the same time. She violently wrenches herself away from both and makes as if to move on.

Daisy

Leave me go! Take yo’ rusty pams offen me. I’m going on back to my workplace. I just got off to see bout y’all and look how y’all treat me.

Jim

Wait a minute, Daisy. I love you like God loves Gabriel⁠ ⁠… and dat’s His best angel.

Dave

Daisy, I love you harder than de thunder can bump a sump⁠ ⁠… if I don’t⁠ ⁠… God’s a gopher.

Daisy

Brightening. Dat’s de first time you ever said so.

Dave & Jim

Who?

Jim

Whut you hollering “Who” for? Yo’ fat don’t fit no limb.

Dave

Speak when you spoken to⁠ ⁠… come when you called, next fall you’ll be my coon houn’ dog.

Jim

Table dat discussion. Turning to Daisy. You ain’t never give me no chance to talk wid you right.

Dave

You made me feel like you was trying to put de Ned book on me all de time. Do you love me sho nuff, Daisy?

Daisy

Blooming again into coquetry. Aw, y’all better stop dat. You know you don’t mean it.

Dave

Who don’t mean it? Lemme tell you something, mama, if you was mine I wouldn’t have you counting no ties wid yo’ pretty lil toes. Know whut I’d do?

Daisy

Coyly. Naw, whut would you do?

Dave

I’d buy you a whole passenger train⁠ ⁠… and hire some mens to run it for you.

Daisy

Happily. Oo‑ooh, Dave.

Jim

To Dave.

De wind may blow, de doorway slam

Dat shut you shootin’ ain’t worth a dam.

To Daisy. I’d buy you a great big ole ship⁠ ⁠… and then, baby, I’d buy you a ocean to sail yo’ ship on.

Daisy

Happily. Oo‑ooh, Jim.

Dave

To Jim.

A long tain, a short caboose

Dat lie whut you shootin’, ain’t no use.

To Daisy. Miss Daisy, know what I’d do for you?

Daisy

Naw, whut?

Dave

I’d come down de river riding a mud cat and loading a minnow.

Daisy

Lawd, Dave, you sho is propaganda.

Jim

Peevishly. Naw he ain’t⁠ ⁠… he’s just lying⁠ ⁠… he’s a noble liar. Know whut I’d do if you was mine?

Daisy

Naw, Jim.

Jim

I’d make a panther wash yl’ dishes and a ’gater chop yo’ wood for you.

Dave

Daisy, how come you let Jim lie lak dat? He’s as big as a liar as he is a man. But sho nuff now, laying all sides to jokes, Jim there don’t even know how to answer you. If you don’t b’lieve it⁠ ⁠… ast him something.

Daisy

To Jim. You like me much, Jim?

Jim

Enthusiastically. Yeah, Daisy I sho do.

Dave

Triumphant. See dat! I tole you he didn’t know how to answer nobody like you. If he was talking to some of them ol’ funny looking gals over town he’d be answering ’em just right. But he got to learn how to answer you. Now you ast me something and see how I answer you.

Daisy

Do you like me, Dave?

Dave

Very properly in a falsetto voice. Yes ma’am! Dat’s de way to answer swell folks like you. Furthermore, less we prove which one of us love you do best right now. To Jim. Jim, how much time would you do on de chain-gang for dis ’oman?

Jim

Twenty years and like it.

Dave

See dat, Daisy? Dat nigger ain’t willin’ to do no time for you. I’d beg de judge to gimme life. Both Jim and Dave laugh.

Daisy

Y’all doin’ all dis bookooin’ out here on de railroad track but I bet y’all crazy ’bout Bootsie and Teets and a whole heap of other gals.

Jim

Cross my feet and hope to die! I’d ruther see all de other wimmen folks in de worl’ dead than for you to have de toothache.

Dave

If I was dead and any other woman come near my coffin de undertaker would have to do his job all over⁠ ⁠… ’cause I’d git right up and walk off. Furthermore, Miss Daisy, ma’am, also ma’am, which would you ruther be a lark a flying or a dove a settin’⁠ ⁠… ma’am, also ma’am?

Daisy

’Course I’d ruther be a dove.

Jim

Miss Daisy, ma’am, also ma’am⁠ ⁠… if you marry dis nigger over my head, I’m going to git me a green hickory club and season it over yo’ head.

Dave

Don’t you be skeered, baby⁠ ⁠… papa kin take keer a you. To Jim. Countin’ from de finger suiting the action to the word back to de thumb⁠ ⁠… start anything I got you some.

Jim

Aw, I don’t want no more fight wid you, Dave.

Dave

Who said anything about fighting? We just provin’ who love Daisy de best. To Daisy. Now, which one of us you think love you de best?

Daisy

Deed I don’t know, Dave.

Dave

Baby, I’d walk de water for you⁠ ⁠… and tote a mountain on my head while I’m walkin’.

Jim

Know what I’d do, honey babe? If you was a thousand miles from home and you didn’t have no ready-made money and you had to walk all de way, walkin’ till ye’ feet start to rolling, just like a wheel, and I was riding way up in de sky, I’d step backwards offa dat aryplane just to walk home wid you.

Daisy

Falling on Jim’s neck. Jim, when you talk to me like dat I just can’t stand it. Less us git married right now.

Jim

Now you talkin’ like a blue-back speller. Less go!

Dave

Sadly. You gointer leave me lak dis, Daisy?

Daisy

Sadly. I likes you, too, Dave, I sho do. But I can’t marry both of y’all at de same time.

Jim

Aw, come on, Daisy⁠ ⁠… sun’s gettin’ low. He starts off pulling Daisy.

Dave

Whut’s I’m gointer do? Walking after them.

Jim

Gwan back and dance⁠ ⁠… you make out you don’t need me to play none.

Dave

Almost tearfully. Aw, Jim, shucks! Where y’all going?

Daisy comes to an abrupt halt and stops Jim.

Daisy

That’s right, honey. Where is we goin’ sho nuff?

Jim

Sadly. Deed I don’t know, baby. They just sentenced me to go⁠ ⁠… they didn’t say where and I don’t know.

Daisy

How we goin’ nohow to go when we don’t know where we goin’?

Jim looks at Dave as if he expects some help but Dave stands sadly silent. Jim takes a few steps forward as if to go on. Daisy makes a step or two, unwillingly, then looks behind her and stops. Dave looks as if he will follow them.

Daisy

Jim! He stops and turns. Wait a minute! Whut we gointer do when we git there?

Jim

Where?

Daisy

Where we goin’?

Jim

I done tole you I don’t know where it is.

Daisy

But how we gointer git something to eat and a place to stay?

Jim

Play and dance⁠ ⁠… just like I been doin’.

Daisy

You can’t dance and Dave ain’t gointer be ther.

Jim

Looks appealingly at Dave, then away quickly. Well, I can’t help dat, can I?

Daisy

Brightly. I tell you whut, Jim! Less us don’t go nowhere. They sentenced you to leave Eatonville and youse more than a mile from de city limits already. Youse in Maitland now. Supposin’ you come live on de white folks’ place wid me after we git married. Eatonville ain’t got nothin’ to do wid you livin’ in Maitland.

Jim

Dat’a a good idea, Daisy.

Daisy

Jumping into his arms. And listen, honey, you don’t have to be beholden to Dave nor nobody else. You can throw dat ole box away if you want to. I know ehre you can get a swell job.

Jim

Sheepishly. Doin’ whut? Looks lovingly at his guitar.

Daisy

Almost dancing. Yard man. All you have to do is wash windows, and sweep de sidewalk, and scrub off de steps and porch and hoe up de weeds and rake up de leaves and dig a few holes now and then with a spade⁠ ⁠… to plant some trees and things like that. It’s a good steady job.

Jim

After a long deliberation. You see, Daisy, de Mayor and corporation told me to go on off and I oughter go.

Daisy

Well, I’m not going tippin’ down no railroad track like a Maltese cat. I wasn’t brought up knockin’ round from here to yonder.

Jim

Well, I wasn’t brought up wid no spade in my hand⁠ ⁠… and ain’t going to start it now.

Daisy

But sweetheart, we got to live, ain’t we? We got to git hold of money before we kin do anything. I don’t mean to stay in de white folks’ kitchen all my days.

Jim

Yeah, all dat’s true, but you couldn’t buy a flea a waltzing jacket wid de money I’m going to make wid a hoe and spade.

Daisy

Getting tearful. You don’t want me. You don’t love me.

Jim

Yes, I do, darling, I love you. Youse de one letting a spade come between us. He caresses her. I loves you and you only. You don’t see me dragging a whole gang of farming tools into us business, do you?

Daisy

Stiffly. Well, I ain’t going to marry no man that ain’t going to work and take care of me.

Jim

I don’t mind working if de job ain’t too heavy for me. I ain’t going to bother wid nothin’ in my hands heavier than dis box⁠ ⁠… and I totes it round my neck ’most of de time.

Daisy makes a despairing gesture as Jim takes a step or two away from her. She turns to Dave finally.

Daisy

Well, I reckon you loves me the best anyhow. You wouldn’t talk to me like Jim did, would you, Dave?

Dave

Naw, I wouldn’t say what he said a-tall.

Daisy

Cuddling up to him. Whut would you say, honey?

Dave

I’d say dat box was too heavy for me to fool wid. I wouldn’t tote nothing heavier than my hat and I feel like I’m ’busing myself sometime totin’ dat.

Daisy

Outraged. Don’t you mean to work none?

Dave

Wouldn’t hit a lick at a snake.

Daisy

I don’t blame you, Dave, looks down at his feet cause toting dem feet of yourn is enough to break down your constitution.

Jim

Airily. That’s all right⁠ ⁠… dem foots done put plenty bread in our moufs.

Dave

Not by they selves though⁠ ⁠… wid de help of dat box, Jim. When you gits having fits on dat box, boy, my foots has hysterics. Daisy, you marry Jim cause I don’t want to come between y’all. He’s my buddy.

Jim

Come to think of it, Dave, she was yourn first. You take and handle dat spade for her.

Dave

You heard her say it is all I can do to lift up dese feets and put ’em down. Where I’m going to git any time to wrassle wid any hoes and shovels? You kin git round better’n me. You done won Daisy⁠ ⁠… I give in. I ain’t going to bite no fren’ of mine in de back.

Daisy

Both of you niggers can git yo’ hat an’ yo’ heads and git on down de road. Neither one of y’all don’t have to have me. I got a good job and plenty men beggin for yo’ chance.

Jim

Dat’s right, Daisy, you go git you one them mens whut don’t mind smelling mules⁠ ⁠… and beating de white folks to de barn every morning. I don’t wanta be bothered wid nothin’ but dis box.

Dave

And I can’t strain wid nothin’ but my feets.

Daisy walks slowly away in the direction from which she came. Both watch her a little wistfully for a minute. The sun is setting.

Dave

Guess I better be gittin’ on back⁠ ⁠… it’s most dark. Where you goin’ Jim?

Jim

I don’t know, Dave. Down de road, I reckon.

Dave

Whyncher come on back to town. ’Tain’t no use you proguein’ up and down de railroad track when you got a home.

Jim

They done lawed me way from it for hittin’ you wid dat bone.

Dave

Dat ain’t nothin’. It was my head you hit. An’ if I don’t keer whut dem old ugly-rump niggers got to do wid it?

Jim

They might not let me come in town.

Dave

Seizing Jim’s arm and facing him back toward the town. They better! Look here, Jim, if they try to keep you out dat town we’ll go out to dat swamp and git us a mule bone a piece and come into town and boil dat stew down to a low gravy.

Jim

You mean dat, Dave? Dave nods his head eagerly. Us wasn’t mad wid one ’nother nohow. Beligerently. Come on, less go back to town. Dem mallet-heads better leave me be, too. Picks up a heavy stick. I wish Lum would come tellin’ me ’bout de law when I got all dis law in my hands. And de rest o’ dem gator-faced jigs, if they ain’t got a whole sto’ o’ mule bones and a good determination, they better not bring no mess up. Come on, boy.

They start back together toward town, Jim picking a dance tune on his guitar, and Dave cutting steps on the ties beside him, singing, prancing and happily, they exit, right, as the curtain falls.