Dan. Nay, I’ll be damned if I am!
Jas. Nay, I’ll swear thou’rt for us if thou be not traitor to thyself; for if we hang at all we all hang together. I’ll see to that. Now, what food have you got?
Dan. None (sulkily).
Jas. What can you get?
Dan. Nothing.
Jas. Where are we then?
Dan. Nowhere.
Jas. Harkee, sir, I’m just in that mood that I don’t care the flash of a flint whose life is swept out of my way when it comes betwixt me and my wants. I want food—get it.
Dan. I’ve no food—I’m a beggar.
Jas. Here’s a coin—our last—go and get bread, meat, and drink. Now be off, or Reuben here shall whip you with his sword-flat till he drops. (Reuben draws.) And, mark me, if by deed, word, or sign you do aught to give a clue to our hiding-place, I’ll burn the hut to the ground, and everything in it.