"Five fathoms deep it lies——" (In a suddenly electrified voice.) Tom! Tom Rigby! I have the way! Your song has given it to me! I have the way!
[He has rushed to Rigby.
RIGBY
(as sounds of approaching footsteps are heard without).
Hush! Here come the Sons of Freedom! (Door is flung open. Rigby's professional manner asserts itself.) Welcome, my lads. Come in! Come in!
WINWOOD
(to Richard).
Are we on time? What have you planned for us, Dick? My hands and heart are ready for a night's work! (Offering his portion of cider in loving-cup fashion.) Some cider?
RICHARD.
No. I've supped on revolution!
WINWOOD.
Would there were something stirring!