[MARY turns to the stove. THADDEUS sits in chair at left of
smaller table.]
DICK. What a night. My stomach's as hollow as these people's
heads. [Takes towel which hangs above the bench and wipes the
barrel of his gun with it.]
MARY [sees DICK]. That's one of my best towels.
DICK. Can't help it.
SERGEANT. 'Tend to the breakfast. That's enough for you to do at
one time.
[DICK puts his gun on the smaller table, and sits at right of
centre table.]
SERGEANT [quietly to DICK]. I don't see how he gave us the slip.
DICK. He knew we were after him, and drove his horse in here, and
went on afoot. Clever scheme, I must admit.
THADDEUS [endeavoring to get them into conversation]. Have ye rid
far to-night, misters?
DICK [shortly]. Far enough.
THADDEUS. Twenty miles or so?
DICK. Perhaps.
THADDEUS. How long ye been chasin' the critter?
SERGEANT. Shut up, man! Don't you see we don't want to talk to
you. Take hold and hurry, woman. My patience's at an end.
[MARY puts a loaf of bread, some fried eggs, and a coffee pot on
the table.]
MARY. There! I hope ye're satisfied.
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