Harvey Anderson.
Hope so. I like your face,
And like the way you talk. Good-night.
Harry Egerton.
Good-night.
(Harvey Anderson takes up his pack and cast and goes off through the darkness after the other men. For a long time Harry Egerton stands looking after him. The fire has burned low)
Harry Egerton.
Not that, not that! And yet I know 'twill come.
My God! my God! Is there no way, no way?
(Walks left and looks off up the valley)
My father! O my father!
(He breaks out crying and, staggering about, falls first upon his knees, then face forward upon the ground. Instantly it becomes pitch dark)