MILITIAMAN. Who's got a cigarette to trade for news? You couldn't guess it in a thousand years. SECOND SENTRY. We're going home. MILITIAMAN. Guess high; guess something great. FIRST SENTRY. The boys have met the strikers at the station And we're all going into action. MILITIAMAN. Nope. Something the old man's done. SECOND SENTRY. What? MILITIAMAN. Put her there. (_The Sentry gives him a cigarette_) Ordered us down a big red tub of punch, With six or eight kegs of the foaming stuff. (_The Sentries stare comically at one another_) MILITIAMAN. Well, my tin soldiers? Under a shot like that To stand as cold as you do! (_Shouts in the ear of the First Sentry_) Punch, old man! (_To himself_) The wind of liquor and they've gone dead drunk! FIRST SENTRY. (_Starts for the mill-gate, then turns_) Who said 'shut up' when some man back there cried 'Hurrah for Egerton'? MILITIAMAN. Cap. Haskell. FIRST SENTRY. (_To the Second Sentry_) Eh? SECOND SENTRY. Haskell to hell. FIRST SENTRY. (_Shouting toward the mill_) Hurrah for Egerton For Governor! SECOND SENTRY. Hip hurrah! FIRST SENTRY. Up with you, Buck! We'll have no traitors in the camp, by God. Up on your pins and shout 'Hurrah!' three times. (_He seizes Bentley and they wrestle into the mill-yard_) SECOND SENTRY. Eight kegs, you say? MILITIAMAN. (_Slapping him on the back_) And punch, old man, and punch! Reception punch! (_He hurries out toward the mill. Bentley enters, followed by the First Sentry_) SECOND SENTRY. What do you think of that? FIRST SENTRY. (_To the Chauffeur, with affected disdain_) Talk about Williams downing such a man! FIRST SENTRY. (_Nodding toward the Chauffeur_) And he, too, in the employ of Egerton! CHAUFFEUR. Fine pair of knaves! You'll drink his wine all right. SECOND SENTRY. (_On his way out, points to the notice_) Look what a damn fine hand the old man writes. (_Goes out right_) FIRST SENTRY. (_On his way back, to the Chauffeur_) It's a good thing that some men never tell. (_Walks slowly, rifle up; then from rear_) Hurrah for Egerton for Governor! VOICE OF SECOND SENTRY. (_Out right_) Halt! (_A pause_) _Halt!_ (_Buck Bentley rises from the keg and comes forward_) DO YOU HEAR! (_The Chauffeur leaps from the car and hurries forward. There is a shot_) FIRST SENTRY. (_Running forward_) Who is it? MILITIAMAN. (_Hurrying from the mill-yard_) What was that? (_Voices are heard right. A moment later the Second Sentry enters with Harvey Anderson, who carries in his arms fragments of the cast that has been broken by the shot_) SECOND SENTRY.