 I didn't touch your gun. It's right over there where you left it. I don't know why you want to keep a gun in the cupboard. It makes me nervous. Puts too many notions into my head. Ready for what? Oh, Lord have mercy, Jonathan. You men are no more than a pack of boys playing soldier. Go to sleep. Your rifle's there and that peddler's outfit should call your uniforms on the chair beside it. You go to sleep now. I'll call you if invasion starts.