[They carry the trunk into the bedroom. Norah gets up from her knees, goes over to a pile of logs by the stove, and takes two or three and some of the newspapers. The men come in again.]
Taylor.
Here, you won’t be able to light a fire with logs like that. Where’s that darned axe? [He glances round and sees it by the logs. He takes a couple and splits them.] I guess you’ll have plenty to do getting the shack tidy. [Sharp brings in Taylor’s grip and his gun.] Now, that’s real good of you, Sid.
Sharp.
Get any shooting down at Dyer, Frank?
Taylor.
There was a rare lot of prairie chickens around, but I didn’t get out more than a couple of days.
Sharp.
Well, I’ll be getting back home now.
Taylor.