We've gotta make a run for it!

Peachy Carnehan:

What's he saying, Billy? Billy Fish:
Danny's bleeding. They know! He says not god, not devil, but man! Peachy Carnehan:
[approaches Danny]
They've twigged it, Danny. You've had it! The jig's up! Daniel Dravot:
[grabs arrow and raises hand in proclamation]
I, Sikander - Peachy Carnehan:
[cuts off Danny]
For God's sake! Peachy Carnehan:
[grabs Danny and leads him down the temple stairs]
We've got to brass it out, Danny. Danny, brass it out! Peachy Carnehan:
[Danny, Peachy and Billy Fish try to escape the mob with heads held high]
Bags of swank! Daniel Dravot:
[Danny, Peachy and Billy Fish on the run]
We'll get your Riflemen, Peachy, and we'll come back and slaughter the dogs! A drenching in their own blood we'll give them! Riflemen, prepare to advance! Peachy Carnehan:
[grabs rifles]
Too many for that, Danny. Retire in sections! Daniel Dravot:
Retire? Retire be damned! Peachy Carnehan:
We've gotta make a run for it!