ROBERT.
Flee, murderer! Every step carries you nearer the gallows! Here is the blood that accuses you, and you yourself carry the confession on your pale face. The fever that shakes you testifies against you.
ANDREW.
May the fever rack your bones, shameless liar! The gun was stolen from me by Lindenschmied, who was on the lookout for Godfrey. I hurried after him as soon as I learned it. I fell in a swoon—by sheer will-force I recovered from the swoon—and—
ROBERT.
You say it is Lindenschmied who—
ANDREW.
If you do not believe me, look there toward the rocky path—
ROBERT.
Murderer, stand! Or I shoot you down!