Hamar. Take care, this is loaded!
Signe. What are you going to do with it?
Hamar (in a determined voice, as he shakes himself free of her). Put a bullet into the poor beast! It is too good for that crew. It shan't be put up for auction, either in joke or in earnest! (Goes to the farther window.) I shall get a better aim from here.
Signe (following him, with a cry). You will hit some one!
Hamar. No, I can aim too well for that. (Takes aim.)
Signe. Father! If they hear a shot from here now—
Tjaelde (starting up). The house belongs to my creditors now—and the revolver too!
Hamar. No, I am past taking orders from you now! (TJAELDE snatches at the revolver, which goes off. SIGNE screams and rushes to her mother. Outside, but this time immediately below the window, two cries are heard: "They are shooting at us! They are shooting at us!" Then the noise of breaking glass is heard, and stones fly in through the windows, followed by shouts and ribald laughter. VALBORG, who has rushed in from the outer office, stands in front of her father to protect him, her face turned to the window. A voice is heard: "Follow me, my lads!")
Hamar (pointing the revolver at the window). Yes, just you try it!
Mrs. Tjaelde and Signe. They are coming in here!