Winth. Have you a picket out?
Evans. Yes, down on the river bank. Shall we stop here to-night?
[It begins to snow very gently.
Snow! I'm glad we got into camp before night.
Hop. (rubs hands and looks towards the fire). And we'll have coffee soon. This reconnoitering ain't much to my taste.
[He turns to Winthrop. A noise (off Right).
[Enter soldier quickly.
Soldier. The enemy!
Winth. Where?
Soldier. There, across the river. Hark!