Dick. Ah! The flower is Moselle.
Tom. And the despoiler you. That fact known among the miners, your life would answer for it; but, knowing there was one to whom you were very dear, for her sake I checked the first promptings of vengeance, and gave you into the hands of justice.
Dick. To save me from Judge Lynch. I see.
Tom. Whose sentence you richly deserve.
Dick. Don't be too sure of that.
Tom. Now, having saved you from Judge Lynch, it is your turn to save yourself from the detective. My horse is tied outside. Take yourself off.
Agnes. No, you must not attempt escape: his eyes are upon you. A movement, and he will shoot.
Moselle (outside). Ha, ha, ha! (Runs in door, C.) Shoot! I guess not, when he's strapped to a tree. Hear him holler.
Jerden (in the distance). Help! Help!