Harry. A gun! (Aside.) This will never do. (Aloud.) Mr. Somerby, your life’s in danger if you fire that gun.
Silas. My dander’s up, and I’m goin’ in.
Mrs. S. Silas, don’t you shoot off that gun. I can’t bear it.
Sally. No, no, father; you must not.
Johnny. Don’t mind ’em, dad; blaze away. (Aside.) By jinks, that’ll be fun! (They all come forward.)
Silas. I’m going to have a shot at the critter, if I die for it. Here he comes again. (Raises gun.)
Mrs. S. Mercy sakes, Silas, you’ll kill somebody!
Harry. You must not shoot, I tell you!
Sally. O, father, don’t! Please don’t! (They all seize him.)