[General, sudden silence. For a moment a faint sound of fifes and drums is heard; in the ensuing silence a short, involuntary exclamation: "The devil! I'm off!" followed by general laughter.
BECKER
Who was that? Who speaks of runnin' away?
JAEGER
Which of you is it that's afraid of a few paltry helmets? You have me to command you, and I've been in the trade. I knows their tricks.
OLD HILSE
An' what are you goin' to shoot with? Your sticks, eh?
FIRST YOUNG WEAVER
Never mind that old chap; he's wrong in the upper storey.