Eh!
Harvey Anderson.
The risk's on me.
Chadbourne.
You take care, sir, how you're addressing me.
(Jergens walks rear, takes from his pocket some field glasses, which he polishes with a handkerchief. The Chauffeur joins him. Chadbourne turns and says something vicious to the Second Sentry)
Egerton.
How came you by this thing?
Harvey Anderson.
I'm of the men
That Egerton sent out.