FELIX: That's it, Uncle Silas.
SILAS: But--why, then we aren't _finished_ yet!
FEJEVARY: No. We take it on from here.
SILAS: (_slowly_) Then if we don't be--the most we can be, if we don't
be more than life has been, we go back on all that life behind us; go
back on--the--
(_Unable to formulate it, he looks to_ FEJEVARY.)
FEJEVARY: Go back on the dreaming and the daring of a million years.
(_After a moment's pause_ SILAS _gets up, opens the closet door_.)
GRANDMOTHER: Silas, what you doing?
SILAS: (_who has taken out a box_) I'm lookin' for the deed to the hill.
GRANDMOTHER: What you going to do with it?
SILAS: I'm going to get it out of my hands.
GRANDMOTHER: Get it out of your hands? (_he has it now_) Deed your
father got from the government the very year the government got it from
the Indians?
(_rising_) Give me that! (_she turns to_ FEJEVARY) Tell him he's crazy.
We got the best land 'cause we was first here. We got a right to keep
it.
FEJEVARY: (_going soothingly to her_) It's true, Silas, it is a serious
thing to give away one's land.
SILAS: You ought to know. You did it. Are you sorry you did it?
FEJEVARY: No. But wasn't that different?
SILAS: How was it different? Yours was a fight to make life more, wasn't
it? Well, let this be our way.
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