Helen. Look in the west—have you looked there?
Jan. Yes, there are a few little clouds beginning to gather there indeed. We shall have a shower yet ere night.
(The war-whoop is heard, loud and near.)
Jan. Mon Dieu! Here they are! It is all over with us! We shall be murdered!
(She clasps her hands, and shrieks wildly.)
Helen. Hush! hush! Put down that window, and come away. We must be calm now.
Jan. It is all over with us,—what use is there? Do you hear that trampling?—in the street!—they are coming!
Helen. Janette—Hear me. Will you throw away your life and mine? For shame! Be calm. These Indians cannot know that we are here. They will see these houses all deserted. Why should they stop to search this? Hush! hush! they are passing now.
Jan. They have stopped!—the trampling has stopped!—I hear the gate,—they have come into the yard.
(A long wild yell is heard under the window. They stand, looking silently at each other. Again it trembles through the room, louder than before.)