EDWARD BRYAN
(low: aside, full of commiseration).
You will be here alone!
BOONE
(hurriedly, seeing that Bryan's remark has been overheard by the Indians).
With my kind brothers! (Quickly, seeing that Black Fish's back is turned.) March bravely, lads. Remember Boonesborough!
PRITCHARD
(moved).
Your hand, Boone.
BOONE
(clasping Pritchard's hand).
My comrade!
[They look at each other a long moment. Then the line, Indian-guarded, and led by Hawk Eye, marches out, left.
BLACK FISH.