Guy. Our good friend is to run his factory by day and night and take his profit out of us. So much for friendship. Ephraim. He must certainly be compensated for turning his place upside down. Guy. Why turn it upside down? Ephraim. For the sake of the weavers whom I will not desert. Guy. Did I burn their livelihood? No. They did. Let them suffer for it. Ephraim. Guy, I have to remind you again that I am the head of the firm. Guy. Very well, then. I break my connection with the firm. Ephraim. Guy! Barlow & Son. Guy. In future there will be two firms. The first is a charitable institution which penalizes itself to find work for riotous weavers who burn its factory. The second firm exists to make money. Ephraim. You mustn't do that, Guy. Not the factory and the firm on one black night. I can't stand both. Guy. Then the firm goes on on my terms. Ephraim. You mustn't leave me, Guy. Guy. Very well. Barlow & Son decline your offer with thanks, Mr. Heppenstall. (_He turns to table, pours wine and drinks._) John. Barlow, do you mean to tell me----? Ephraim. I give him best, Heppenstall. The lad is a stronger man than I am. Henceforth I am a looker-on. Guy (_seated at table_). Father, hand me those plans. Ephraim. Plans, Guy? Guy. The new factory, man. Do you think there's time to waste? (_He finds pistol uncomfortable in his pocket, takes out and puts on table._) Hah! That's finished with. I use a stronger weapon. This. (_Taking up pen and bending over the plans which Ephraim has put before him._) John. Come away, Barlow. Ephraim. Yes. Yes. I think--(_he follows John haltingly to door._) (_Exeunt Ephraim and John. Guy is busy with the plans. Enter Ruth quickly. She closes door and leans against it, panting._) Ruth. Guy! Guy (_not looking up_). I am busy, Ruth. Ruth. Guy, they have got my father. The soldiers, Guy. They've got my father. Guy (_still bending_). Yes, I can hear. Ruth. My father! Guy (_leaning back in chair_). Why not? Your father joined the rest. Ruth. What will they do to him? Guy. The law has a strong arm, Ruth. Ruth. You mean---- Guy. Fools pay for their folly. Ruth (_coming to him_). Guy, Guy, you will not let my father---- Oh---- Guy. Captain Lascelles has charge of all the prisoners till they are handed over to the civil authorities. If you wish to communicate with any of them, you must apply to him. Ruth. But--Guy--they say the prisoners will be hanged. Guy. It's more than likely. Ruth. And my father---- Guy (_rising and standing with hack to fire_). Arson is a hanging matter, Ruth. If your father chose to be a riotous incendiary, he must pay the penalty. Ruth (_standing by table_). Guy, don't you love me? Guy. I have loved you, Ruth. I find you are the kind of woman men do love. Ruth. What do you mean? Guy. There was a man to-night, Ruth, upon the moors. Ruth. That? But you know. Guy. I am waiting to know.