Bev. What do you mean? Come out!
[Enter Carter disguised. He wears a black beard, a hat pulled far over his eyes, and old, rough clothes and a very shabby U.S. Army cloak; he has a pack on his back: he looks about, sees only the family, throws down the pack, tearing off his hat and beard.
Carter. Charlotte! Aunt!
[They pause for a moment, then rush to him.
Char. Carter!
Carter. Shut that window—quick!
[Fair runs to window, draws curtains.
Mrs. S. Carter! How have you come? Do you know—
Carter. Yes. I know they're out there still. That is why I am here.
Char. A spy! Oh, God!