BEN
Yes.
JUDGE
It’s bound to be known.
BEN
He means they’ll tell on me. (He nods his head toward door) My brother, or my sisters.
JUDGE
No, I don’t think they’d do that.
BEN
Let ’em! What do I care. I’m sick of hiding out, half starved! Let ’em do what they please. All I know is one thing,—when they put her into her grave her sons and daughters are goin’ to be standin’ there, like the Jordans always do.