SWINDON.
Their surrender, I hope.
BURGOYNE.
No: our evacuation of the town. They offer us just six hours to clear out.
SWINDON.
What monstrous impudence!
BURGOYNE.
What shall we do, eh?
SWINDON.
March on Springtown and strike a decisive blow at once.
BURGOYNE.
(quietly). Hm! (Turning to the door) Come to the adjutant’s office.
SWINDON.
What for?
BURGOYNE.
To write out that safe-conduct. (He puts his hand to the door knob to open it.)
SWINDON.
(who has not budged). General Burgoyne.
BURGOYNE.
(returning). Sir?