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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 h.e.l.l.
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 G.o.d.
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.
