TIME—Sunday morning. Day is just beginning to break.
A Cry— (Far to the left, full or terror and anguish.)
Haro! Haro! (Drawing nearer.)
Wake, people! Help, oh, help!
(After a pause.)
Will no one hear? Will no one hear? (Near by.)
O men of God! Dear men of God! (A pause.) Oh, run,
Run to the mountains, men!
(Pierre enters half on a run, breathless. There is a wild light in his eyes and his thin frame is shaken with sobs.)
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
(He glances toward the lighted window as though in doubt whether or not to rouse the inmates of the house. Then, as though to make up even for the moment he has lost, he hurries along the goes out, right.)
People! Christian people!
(The light in the window grows dimmer and suddenly disappears, leaving the house in total darkness.)