Marthy (slowly). No, sir. And I thanks you fer doin' so much. But I rekon dey ain't nothin' none of us kin do.
[She slowly exits up the road (Left).
Winth. (looking after her). I guess she's right. There's nothing we can do.
[Enter Hopkins.
Hop. The men are coming on to camp here in the old place; the ground is too bad down there.
Winth. Yes, yes; of course.
[Enter Evans and a party of some ten or twelve soldiers. Two of them begin to light a fire on the old place covered with ashes.
Evans. We found good shelter for the horses underneath the pines.
[The men begin to spread the blankets and another to make coffee.