OLD HILSE
That's right, mother. An' I want none, an' least of all that sort. An' let me say this much to you, Baumert: The devil stands on his head for joy when he hears the old ones jabberin' and talkin' as if they was infants. An' to you all I say—to every one of you: Me and you, we've got nothing to do with each other. It's not with my will that you're here. In law an' justice you've no right to be in my house.
A VOICE
Him that's not with us is against us.
JAEGER
[Roughly and threateningly.] You're on the wrong track, old chap, I'd have you remember that we're not thieves.
A VOICE
We're hungry men, that's all.
FIRST YOUNG WEAVER
We wants to live—that's all. An' so we've cut the rope we was hung up with.