Ratts. Here he comes.
Omnes. Where? Where?
Enter Wahnotee, R.; they are all about to rush on him.
Scud. Hold on! stan' round thar! no violence—the critter don't know what we mean.
Jackson. Let him answer for the boy, then.
M'Closky. Down with him—lynch him.
Omnes. Lynch him!
[Exit Lafouche, R.
Scud. Stan' back, I say I I'll nip the first that lays a finger on Him. Pete, speak to the red-skin.
Pete. Whar's Paul, Wahnotee? What's come ob de child?