There's such a thing as eating words until
Your belly cries for something solider.
Chauffeur.
(Pointing toward the mill)
You see that smoke back there.
First Sentry.
That's all right, too.
A kid can start a fire.
Chauffeur.
Wait and see.
A Militiaman.
(Who, half way back toward the mill, has climbed upon a lumber stack)