MRS. VERNON. Don't pint it.
JOE. That—the butt end—come on!
BOLLINGER. A butcher-knife's better than nothing.
LIZBETH. Here! [Hands knife to BOLLINGER.
DAVE. [As LIZBETH holds him.] You don't think I'm scared.
Exeunt BOLLINGER and JOE.
MRS. VERNON. I don't want you to shoot anybody, Joe; pint it in the air.
DAVE exits; when off calls "Good-bye!"
MRS. VERNON. [Impatient in doorway.] I can't see what business it is of Dave's when they's three policemen in town; uniforms—where's Em'ly?
LIZBETH. Jim took her home.