Hunt. Birds caught?
Ainslie. They’re a’ ben the house, mister.
Hunt. All three?
Ainslie. The hale set, mister.
Brodie. Liar!
Hunt. Mum, lads, and follow me. (Exit, with his men, into office. Brodie seen with dagger.)
Hunt (within). In the King’s name!
Moore (within). Muck!
Smith (within). Go it, Badger.
Hunt (within). Take ’em alive, boys!