KATE. You shot him?
TRAVERS. Yes. [As she hides her face.] Kate! Kate! I can't come in front of the window—where can I go?
KATE. They will find you here. [He turns, facing door with pistol, left hand holding door shut, menacingly.] No,—not that—you wouldn't shoot again! My father may come here!
TRAVERS. Kate! Do you believe me?
KATE. Yes.
TRAVERS. [Pleading.] In self-defence—they were ten—ten to one.
KATE. You are bleeding!
TRAVERS. [Covers hand.] The window cut me—give me a drink—I'm parching. [She gets water in a dipper from bucket on bench. TRAVERS drinks with the tin rattling on his teeth. Noise of a galloping horse passes. He drops the dipper.] I don't think they saw me come in here.
KATE. Why did you come?
TRAVERS. Where else? I ran—turned every corner till I lost them. If I can hide or get a horse!