Potts. A downright dirty piece of business, but don't blame the colonel. Newcomb is at the bottom of this.
Dor. Newcomb? Oh, yes. Pinky, what do you think? I overheard him talking to one of the colonel's men, and he's plotting (whispers) murder.
Potts. What! Murder? Who is the victim?
Dor. The colonel. That shot in the back was a first attempt, and he is going to try it again.
Potts. Not by a large majority.
Dor. You must help him in some way.
Potts. I'll do my best; and if Newcomb isn't “laid out” before we're done with him, my name isn't Pinkerton Potts.
Dor. Find Roger; he will help you. He's too loyal to harbor the Colonel's words when his life is in danger.
(Sound of fife and drum. Troops pass window, as at opening. Polly enters, goes to window.)
Col. Come, Ruth, my cloak and hat.