Pardon me.
(He starts for the mill-yard. With a wave of his hand he orders the militiamen back through the gate)
Harvey Anderson.
(Aloud, as they draw away)
And we charging up that Hill
As if we didn't know what canned beef was,
We, when we'd had slow elk[*] out on the plains.
(Egerton goes rear to the Chauffeur and himself adjusts the glasses to his eyes)
A Militiaman.
(As they pass through the gate)
Stay and have one with us.