Barney. Now look in me two eyes and be talkin’ honest about it, and no braggin’. Didn’t ye be makin’ that blackguard get away when I would arrest him?
Hezekiah. Now, Irish, you just spill your gas in some other line er preachin’, er else I’ll let him get your guzzle next time. (Enter Brightly and rebel soldiers, R. U. E., stealthily, seize the guns and cover both.)
Barney. Now whin I arrest a blackguard again, don’t you be botherin’ me.
Brightly. Throw up your hands! (Points gun at them.)
Bar. (Turning in surprise.) Stop that! That gun is loaded.
Hezekiah. (Throws off coat.) If I don’t make him drop that gun. (Turns and meets gun—subsides.)
Brightly. Surrender, or I’ll kill you like a dog.
Hezekiah. Don’t care ef I dew.
Brightly., (pointing R. U. E.) Step into line there. (Both comply.)
Hezekiah. Say? Got eny terbacker in yer trowsis?