[ruby-fltk-users-jp] he large, squarish pale-blue one?

[Perkinson R. <pal...@zo...>]

] And now say good-bye to me. TIBBY. Where yu goin'? STRANGWAY. I don't
know, Tibby. VOICE OF MERCY. [Distant and cautious] Tibby! Tibby! Where
are yu? STRANGWAY. Mercy calling; run to her! [TIBBY starts off, turns
back and lifts her face. He bends to kiss her, and flinging her arms
round his neck, she gives him a good hug. Then, knuckling the sleep out
of her eyes, she runs.] [STRANGWAY stands, uncertain. There is a sound
of heavy footsteps; a man clears his throat, close by.] STRANGWAY. Who's
that? CREMER. Jack Cremer. [The big man's figure appears out of the
shadow of the barn] That yu, zurr? STRANGWAY