(_With his eyes fixed upon them he slowly shoves his foot through the cast and it falls to pieces. He stands still for a moment. He then picks up his hatchet and roll of blankets, and, going to the gate, throws them into the mill-yard. He does the same with the fragments of the cast, first carrying an armful which he empties inside, then coming back and picking up the last two or three pieces, which he jerks in after the others._ _The First Sentry, coming from rear, signals to the Second Sentry, who is passing on his beat. The latter waits and, having heard what the former had to say, starts off_) SECOND SENTRY. (_Evidently quoting Chadbourne_) 'Tried to get smart And hit the cast to see the pieces fly.' (_The First Sentry starts back on his beat, laughing_) HARVEY ANDERSON. (_As the Second Sentry passes him_) It's steel you're shooting, ain't it? SECOND SENTRY. Go to hell. (_Goes out_) HARVEY ANDERSON. It's all right, partner. (_Like a great boy he stands tossing his hat into the air and trying to catch it. Egerton and Jergens regard him and seem to be saying something about him. Jergens goes into the mill-yard_) EGERTON. (_Comes to Anderson_) In the line of work, What have you ever done? HARVEY ANDERSON. Most everything, From punching cattle down to hunting gold. But chiefly knocked about among the States. EGERTON. Drinking and gambling? HARVEY ANDERSON. Some of that in too. (_The Chauffeur goes into the mill-yard_) EGERTON. There's something in you that I like, my man. You go about things in a way. And then The daring that you showed. You're full of life; A man can see that. Tended cattle, eh? Think you could govern men and round them up If need be? HARVEY ANDERSON. I don't know. (_Tosses his hat into the air_) EGERTON. You don't belong To a Union? HARVEY ANDERSON. No. EGERTON. You're not the sort of man To stand dictation. You've a work to do, Men of your type. I think I heard you say That you were with the rangers at San Juan? HARVEY ANDERSON. I did some time down there. EGERTON. Well spent, my boy. I had a brother in the Civil War. (_Watches Anderson catching his hat_) That was a good one. I know how you feel; So full of life you don't care what comes on. 'Out of the way!' It's rare enough these days. You'd be surprised what cowards most men are, Big six foot fellows who want to go to work; Offer it to them and they shake their heads Because they see some pickets round the corner. HARVEY ANDERSON. 'Fraid of your soldiers? EGERTON.