Aim. And where is your company now, captain?
Gib. They a'nt come yet.
Aim. Why, d'ye expect them here?
Gib. They'll be here to-night, sir.
Aim. Which way do they march?
Gib. Across the country.——The devil's in't, if I han't said enough to encourage him to declare—but I'm afraid he's not right—I must tack about. [Aside.
Aim. Is your company to quarter at Litchfield?
Gib. In this house, sir.
Aim. What! all?
Gib. My company's but thin—Ha! ha! ha! we are but three;—ha! ha! ha!