“Why am I?”
“You shot me, and yet you pretend to be sorry for me now.”
“So I am.”
“Then, why did you shoot me?”
“I have already told you. Because I was obliged to. I would not have done it, if there had been any other way. I shot the first barrel in the air.”
“By accident?”
“No; I thought it would alarm you, and I might save the money without injuring you.”
“Do you really mean that?”
“Yes.”
“And you don't have any ill-will against me now?”