CAPTAIN. We came uphill. The hill cut off the sound.
EPHRAIM. Dogs? What are the dogs for?
GUY (well satisfied). Well, Captain, like it or not, you'll have warm work to-night.
CAPTAIN. To be candid with you, I don't like it at all.
GUY. You make me alter my opinion of the British officer.
CAPTAIN. Sir! I saw service in the Peninsular and I was under fire at Waterloo——
GUY. But a handful of scarecrow weavers is too much for you because they're English.
CAPTAIN. A few are not, Mr. Barlow. But those torches don't indicate a few, but a very much larger number than I have force to cope with.
EPHRAIM (timidly). There certainly is a great number.
GUY (to Captain). In other words, you shirk your duty.