HEZEKIAH. Come here, and let me see if you ain’t a ghost. (_Sally lays carbines behind the box and rushes to embrace Hez._) BARNEY. Give us a taste er that. HEZEKIAH. You git out. There ain’t enough ter go round. (_Sally tries to unfasten irons._) BARNEY. Oh don’t you spread yourself. I have one er thim. (_Turns away._) SAL. (_hunting round for axe._) Hain’t ye got no axe, Hez.? HEZEKIAH. ’Taint no use, Sal. Them irons can’t be broke. SALLY. You git out, Hez. You jest show me where they keep the axe. HEZEKIAH. They don’t leave no axes round here. If ye had one, ye’d get up such a noise, old Hood and the whole coop would be down here whoopin’. SALLY. I got the whole caboodle asleep with opium. HEZEKIAH. ’Taint no use, Sal. That Keele Brightly said we was spies, and we’re goin ter get shot at daylight. (_Sally speechless with astonishment._) BARNEY. The thafe. (_Sally drops on her knees sobbing._) SALLY. Oh what shall I do? HEZEKIAH. I know how’ yer heart is, Sal, but ye can’t do us no good. Jest git out as fast as ye can, and save yourself. BARNEY. And tell Gineral Halcom about it, and divil a bit but he will bat that spalpeen in the mornin’. SALLY. (_Springing to her feet and wiping eyes._) I have it. (_Dashes for the door._) I know what I’ll do. HEZEKIAH. Say, Sal. (_She turns back._) Perhaps I shan’t never see ye again. (_Sally falls on his breast sobbing._) Tell mother she ain’t got nothin’ to be ashamed on about me, except I’m rough, and can’t talk so fine as some folks. Now she is cheated out of her part er the farm, and the old man is so mean. I don’t know what she _will_ do. I’ve sent her all my wages and bounty. SALLY. Keep yer upper lip solid, Hez.; cos if yer lost to yer mother, she can have a home with me as long as she lives. Good bye. I got to get ye out, and I ain’t no time to lose. (_Dashes out at R. door._) BARNEY. ’Pon my word, that gal will knock the hell’s blazes out er thim spalpeens, or I’m a thafe and a liar. HEZEKIAH. Ain’t she a rusher? BARNEY. ’Pon me word she is. Yer a lucky boy to have a gal like that. HEZEKIAH. Makes me sick, cos it’s all goin’ for nothin’. (_Makes a bad face, as if to cry._) BARNEY. Ah-r, don’t be doin’ that. Thim blackguards will be sayin’ yer a Yankee coward. HEZEKIAH. The man that can’t grind out some grief at leavin’ a gal like that, ain’t got brains enough to know what he’s losin’. BARNEY. Indade! Isn’t Biddy Maloney as fine a gal as she, barrin’ the fitin’? (_Door opens at R., and Keele Brightly enters, followed by D’Arneaux and guard, one of whom proceeds to iron D’A. to the same ring with Hez. and Barney._)