A Militiaman.
What's the word, Cap.?
Haskell.
(To the militiaman, irritably)
Who's in command here, I should like to know?
Jergens.
Your father will attend to you, young man.
(Beside himself with rage, disappears down the street, left)
Harry Egerton.
Now then go quietly to your homes, my friends,
And I to-night will see what I can do.