MRS. VERNON. Did somebody say Travers?
LIZBETH. Yes.
Enter Kate.
KATE. What is it?
LIZBETH. Travers shot a man.
KATE. What man—why?
MRS. VERNON. [Accusingly.] Jus' natural deviltry—purty pass things is coming to!
KATE. Whom did he shoot?
LIZBETH. We don't know—shot him here, in the neck.
Enter Sarber from street, hurriedly.