MARTIN. The murder is of you. This is my night, Guy Barlow. You've had the power to starve and sweat the weavers of the valley, but the tide has turned at last. The luck's on my side now, and if we fight and one of us should fall, it won't be I that has to die to-night.
RUTH, You shall not fight. This pistol's mine, I won it from you. I do what I like with my own. (She flings it down the cliff. It is heard to strike and rebounding, strike again.)
GUY. Rebellion is in the air to-night. You've caught the prevalent disease, my Ruth.
RUTH. Guy, this man means to kill you.
GUY. I mean to kill this man. But I've a scruple that prevents my shooting down an unarmed man.
RUTH. You're both safe then.
GUY. Not while my pistol's left. He seems to think the luck is on his side. We'll put that to the test by tossing for the first shot.
RUTH. But he might win.
GUY. That will decide the point at issue. Luck will be on his side. You've got your chance now, Kelsall. (Taunting him.) What was it? Oppressor and oppressed, avenger and avenged?
MARTIN. My God, I wish I had your coolness.