(Back in the mill)
The Living Mill!
Fifth Militiaman.
I guess, by God, he knows where we stand now.
(They join the crowd about the door. Jim King comes through the gate in the railing, followed by Rome Masters, who is considerably intoxicated)
Jim King.
And hug 'em round the neck, if I was you.
That's what I'd do.
Rome Masters.
Now you just stop that, Jim.
Jim King.