EM'LY. What?
SAM. [To JIM.] Travers stole him. [To EMILY.] Stole Jim's pony after shootin' the Pinkerton.
EM'LY. Why, Jim—
JIM. Never mind, Em'ly. [To SAM.] Who told you?
SAM. The fellers. You know Travers was—er—
EM'LY. The train-robber—yes, you told us last night that—
SAM. Yes, but I mean you know he was—killed?
JIM. [Rising. With some interest.] Killed? When?
SAM. Last night—didn't you know?
JIM. No.