Say, fellers, look at this layout. These is real people in this
house. I found cold birds, and ham, and all kinds of pie, and real
wine.
(Places tray on right end of table.)
Sit down, and make yourselves perfectly at home.

HARRY:
Well, well, that does look good.
(Places box of cigars at upper end of table, and seats himself.)
Better have a bite, governor.

HATCH:
No, I tell you.
(He sits angrily in chair at left end of table, with his face
turned toward the curtains.)

REDDY:
Oh, come on. It don't cost you nothing.
(The light from the candle is seen approaching the curtains.)

HATCH:
Hush! Look there!

(He rises, lifting his chair above his head, and advances on tiptoe
to right of curtains, where he stands with the chair raised as
though to strike.

HARRY points revolver at curtains.

REDDY shifts the lantern to his left hand and, standing close to