Exit JIM into house.
EM'LY. Something's worrying Jim. [Crosses to porch.
SAM. I guess this fellow's getting away last night.
EM'LY. No, something else. The operator waked me up after twelve o'clock with a telegram—an' Jim answered it, and then got up and dressed himself, and took both his guns and sat out on the porch here—oh, for an hour.
SAM. Telegrams, eh?
EM'LY. Yes.
SAM. Well, I guess some other robbery or something. A sheriff has so much of that.
EM'LY. I know. But Jim's worried.
SAM. Well, I couldn't sleep myself last night.
EM'LY. Me neither. After you left here, and a-telling me about it, it seemed I could see Travers shooting the man's neck every time I closed my eyes.