Then, with weapon still in hand, the honest Westerner forced the cowardly New Yorker in the direction of the front door until they had passed out of the picture.
On this the bored director of the day before called loudly, "Now, boys, in your places.

You've heard a shot--you're running outside to see what's the matter.

On your toes, now--try it once." From rear doors came the motley frequenters of the place, led by the elder Montague.
They trooped to the front in two lines and passed from the picture.

Here they milled about, waiting for further orders.
"Rotten!" called the director.

"Rotten and then some.Listen.You came like a lot of children marching out of a public school.