CAPTAIN (controlling himself). I don't want to quarrel with a civilian. (Turning to Ephraim.) Am I to get my men into position, sir?
EPHRAIM (hesitating). Well—their number is certainly alarming. (Turning to Guy for a lead.)
GUY (curtly). Yes.
EPHRAIM (to Captain). If you please, Captain.
CAPTAIN. Very well. You've a copy of the Riot Act with you?
EPHRAIM (nervously). Yes. I hope I shall not have to read it.
CAPTAIN. That is for you to decide.
EPHRAIM. Yes. (Calling.) Guy!
GUY (by the shed). One minute, sir. There's a smell of tallow here.
CAPTAIN (without suspicion). Your lantern.