7th Sol. "Is required to present himself at the said village of Skeensborough, on or before the 20th day of August next. Boo—boo—boo—Who but I. Given under my hand."—If it is not it—it is something very like it, I can tell you, Sirs. I say, boys, the old rogue wants his neck wrung for insulting honest soldiers in that fashion; and I say that you—for shame, Will Willson.
4th Sol. Hush!—the Colonel!—Hush!
2nd Sol. And who is that proud-looking fellow, by his side?
4th Sol. Hush! General Arnold. He's a sharp one—roll it up—roll it up.
6th Sol. Get out,—you are rumpling it to death.
(Two American officers are seen close at hand, in a bend of the ascending road; the soldiers enter the woods.)
DIALOGUE III.
SCENE. The same.
1st Officer. I cannot conceal it from you, Sir; there is but one feeling about it, as far as I can judge, and I had some chances in my brief journey—