Barney. Shoot thim at daylight, sez he. (Makes a bad face as if about to cry.)
Hezekiah. Don’t be blubberin’, Barney.
Barney. Don’t you see the daylight is comin’ through thim cracks there?
Hezekiah. Let her come. It ain’t goin’ to last long. (A board lifts up at L. and Zina crawls up through.)
D’A. Zina!
Hezekiah. Now let me die!
Barney. ’Pon my word! (Zina motions quiet.)
Zina. The guard! Master D’Arneaux, how are you here?
D’A. A victim of the falsehood of your master.
Zina. How?