(The men crowd about them)
Harry Egerton.
Some of you men are hungry.
The Men.
We're all right!
We're all right, Mr. Egerton!
Harry Egerton.
But never mind.
We will begin a new age in this land.
Harvey Anderson.
Up with your hats, pards! God's on the mountains!
(Tosses his hat into the air. The workmen, in an almost religious ecstasy, go out left, crowding around Harry Egerton and Harvey Anderson. Dicey, King and Masters remain behind, whispering together, then follow the crowd. The militiamen, most of them silent with amazement at the scene they have witnessed, gradually disappear into the mill-yard)