Rog. Now, how kin a man command peace with no gun. Why, he wouldn’t have no more say than a baby.
Mrs. R. Jim, do go. Speak to them.
Rog. Bet yer life I’ll try! (Runs out D. F.)
Law. (Anxiously.) Daughter, have courage. It’ll be all right. What a mistake.
Flo. But I can’t see him. Take me to my room, papa.
Law. Yes dear. (They start, she leaning on his arm.)
Enter Rog., hurriedly, D. F.
Rog. It’s all right. No shootin’. Here they are.
Enter Vance and Herb., D. F.
Herb. Yes, it is all right. Father, welcome Mr. Vance, my friend. (L. and V. shake hands cordially.)