[The distant sound of horses galloping is heard.
Winth. Under cover! Load! Make ready!
[They all crouch behind bushes with guns in readiness. The horses' hoofs are plainly heard, and then the sound of voices singing "Spur On." The sound comes nearer, then the hoofs cease.
Winth. They're in the river. Ready! Aim! Fire!
[A volley of shots.
Hop. They're stopped—some down. Charge! Capture!
[Exit soldiers.
Evans. Watch the kid in baby blue.
[He rises higher than the others and fires. There's a feeble return of the fire (off Right).
Winth. (springs to his feet). God! No! Bev!