SARBER. Hello,—where's the boys?
MRS. VERNON. Have they ketched him?
SARBER. Don't know—we're all huntin'—[Starts off.
KATE. [Quickly.] Mr. Sarber—
SARBER. Eh?
KATE. Who is hurt?
SARBER. [Shouting.] Don't know his name—Clark stuffed the hole full of cotton. [Indicating neck.] Says city'll have to pay for his green lights and lickorish.
KATE. Did Mr. Travers shoot the man?
SARBER. Yes'm—nearer than you an' me—which way'd they go?
LIZBETH. Court House.