Fair. He—didn't have time to get into the fight, did he?
Bev. I suppose not. The men went first.
Fair. Ah—
[Re-enter Mrs. S. with Cupid and Marthy from the house.
Mrs. S. The fight could not have been more than a mile away. We'll have some news before so very long.
Bev. Oh, let me, mother; I'll ride down and see.
Mrs. S. No, Bevie, no. You must stay here. We have you yet.
Bev (quietly). I'll stay, mother.
Char. (who has been straining her eyes through the dusk, turns quickly). I hear a horse; it's running. Ah, God! let this be news.