BOLLINGER. I reckon you will, Jim.
Murmur and movement.
JIM. Hold on—[Pause, with both hands on guns.] I don't want to break my record, but I'll have to do it if you trespass on the lawn.
BOLLINGER. [Discreetly on stile. After a pause.] I hope you don't think we're scared, Jim?
JIM. No—ain't anything to be scared about, Tom—as long as you stay outside.—Keep off the grass.
BOLLINGER. [His irritation returning. Threateningly.] And don't you dare to draw a gun on any of us. Say, Sarber—go down to the Court House and git a warrant. If you had a warrant we could walk right in.
MRS. VERNON. [Off.] Now, Kate, be careful.
Enter KATE and MRS. VERNON over the stile—the MOB parting to admit them.
KATE. What is the matter? Jim!
JIM. Won't you come in? Howdy, Mrs. Vernon?