Enter MRS. VERNON.
JOE. Where's my gun?
MRS. VERNON. What you want it fur?
JOE. [Who is running a circle.] What do you s'pose—fry eggs? Where is it?
LIZBETH. Travers killed a man.
MRS. VERNON. [Adding her part to the hubbub.] Lor'! Travers!
JOE. Where is it, Lizbeth?
BOLLINGER. Ain't you got anything you kin lend me?
MRS. VERNON. Here it is. [Hands gun.
JOE. Loaded?