GUY (gently putting her aside). My dear Ruth, I'm quite convinced you read too much. Romance and Mrs. Radcliffe are fitting for your withdrawing-room, but please don't bring them out of doors. You told me once romance was dangerous for women. I find it is.
RUTH. But he was armed. Thank God, I've got his pistol.
GUY (losing temper). You got his pistol! Confound you, what did you do that for? I can't shoot the fellow in cold blood.
MARTIN. Oh, you needn't scruple. Life's no use to a weaver in Barlow's factory, and my work is finished now.
GUY (to Ruth). Give it him back.
RUTH. You'll fight together if I do.
GUY. Do as I tell you, Ruth.
(Ruth holds out the pistol to Martin, who doesn't take it.)
MARTIN. I warn you this is murder.
GUY. You shouldn't carry firearms if you're not competent to use them.