HONEYMAN
Pshaw now—ye don't say! They come across the river, do they?
RALL
Yes, once in a while. But they don't dare bother us. But they might pick up a civilian.
HONEYMAN
Oh, I cal'ate I kin take keer o' myself. I got my whip and this halter.
RALL (laughing)
That ought to be enough to scare 'em away from you!
HONEYMAN (going)
They'll figger I'm the hangman come out to git 'em—fetchin' my halter along! (he and RALL laugh)