KATE. [Recoiling.] I don't care to go.
LIZBETH. Take me, ma.
MRS. VERNON. Come on, [Exit with LIZBETH.
KATE. [In wild-eyed panic.] Oh, how dreadful! This is what I have felt coming all the day. It is my fault, too. If I had said 'yes' last night, or only gone with him this morning—it couldn't have happened. How horrible!—killed a man! They didn't tell me whom. I—I wonder if my name was mentioned? They said—Lizbeth said—a train-robber—[She leans on table for support.] That letter! Jim thought the writing looked like his. Jim—Jim has told others his suspicion—Yes—Jim Radburn has done it! I see! I see! Jim hated him—they have persecuted him for me—Oh! oh! Why did I not go last night?
Enter TRAVERS, pale and breathless—revolver in hand. He closes the door behind him.
TRAVERS. Kate!
KATE. Oh!
TRAVERS. Who's there? [Points toward shop.
KATE. No one. What is the matter? Tell me what you did—that pistol!
TRAVERS. In self-defence—they would have killed me if they could.