Hezekiah. They don’t stop for law down here.
Barney. The more the shame for ’em. He will have the contimpt er the wurruld upon ’im.
Hezekiah. It wouldn’t do no good. They’ll bury you at daylight. (Short silence.)
Barney. And there ain’t niver a praste to be had in this haythen country at all.
Hezekiah. Ye don’t need none. If I hain’t licked rebels enough ter get ter heaven without a priest, they can jest kick me out.
Barney. Havn’t I done that same meself?
Hezekiah. So ye have, Barney, and this ain’t yer own country, neither. If they don’t give ye two harps to my one, it ain’t doin’ the fair thing by ye.
Barney. Divil a bit do I care for a harp, if I can get out er this. (Door opens, and Sally appears with two carbines in her hands; hesitates a moment.)
Hezekiah. Now let me die.
Barney. ’Pon my word.