Mrs. S. Run! Fly! You've not a moment!
Fair. The horses are saddled at the gate. There's Cupid with them.
Col. S. Go, boys, quick, to join the others. You must retreat—you are too few.
Gordon. We will not leave till you are ready.
Col. S. For God's sake, go! I'll come.
[Enter Bev on the run.
Bev. They're Yankees, sure! I saw the dust far down the road.
Col. S. (takes Mrs. S. in arms for a second; kisses her). God keep you!
[George is saying good-bye to Charlotte.