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Yeh, he said so hisself!

[He glares at menacingly.]

[Goes over to and places his hand on his shoulder]

Now, folks, don’t go pickin’ on Andy. A man o’ his marksmanship deserves a lot o’ sympathy. [He glances at .] Besides, we’ve been swoppin’ experiences down thar in the cellar, an’ we’ve ’bout decided it wusn’t edzackly his fault that he shot at me.

[Takes a step toward ]

Wus Rufe mixed up in that?

Yeh, an’ that ain’t the worst o’ his troubles! [He goes toward, rolling back his sleeves significantly] Pray, brother, pray! The day is breaking!

[With a suppressed cry of terror runs over to  for protection.]

You keep your hands offen him!