I? I have not touched it. Good heavens! If Lindenschmied—you were resting, and I was just counting. What is to be done?
ANDREW.
Nothing. I go without my gun. I have no time to get another one from home.
HOST.
But unarmed—
ANDREW.
Never mind! If that pain in my chest only does not become worse.
[At the door.]
I only hope I shall not be too late.
[From without.]