[The DOCTOR sees two men slowly approaching out of the fog. One carries a lantern below his knees. The other holds a heavy rifle. Their features are utterly indistinct as they approach, and the rifleman holds up his gun with quiet threat.] Eben. You don’t have to be afraid. Doctor So you say! (more indignant Who are you, man? than afraid). Eben. We don’t aim to hurt you none. Doctor. That’s reassuring. I’d like to know just what you mean by this? This gun business! Who you? are Zeke What’s your (mildly). trade, mister?
[The DOCTOR sees two men slowly approaching out of the fog. One carries a lantern below his knees. The other holds a heavy rifle. Their features are utterly indistinct as they approach, and the rifleman holds up his gun with quiet threat.] Eben. You don’t have to be afraid. Doctor (more indignant So you say! Who are you, man? than afraid). Eben. We don’t aim to hurt you none. Doctor. That’s reassuring. I’d like to know just what you mean by this? This gun business! Who are you? Zeke (mildly). What’s your trade, mister?
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