Capt. K. I shall call you out!
Sel. Hullo! Baulked in his bigamy, he thirsts for blood!
Capt. K. Name your weapons!
Fred. What you like.
Capt. K. Place?
Fred. Where you like.
Capt. K. Time?
Fred. When you like!
Capt. K. You shall never marry her! I am one of the fighting Katskills of Kilkenny; we never leave off while there’s a bit of us left!
Sel. (rushing to Fred). Kill my preserver? (Business of restraining Captain Katskill and Fred, who are held back on L. and R. by the others throwing themselves between them.)