Moselle. Don't ask me. Look there.
(Enter down run, Dick, his hands fastened behind him, head down, followed by Jerden, with a pistol in his hand.)
Jerden. Attempt escape, and you are a dead man.
(Dick comes slowly down, goes R., and sits on rock. Jerden stands beside him.)
Jube. By golly, he's took!
(Enter Vermont, R. 2 E.)
Vermont. Who's took?
Jube. Dandy Dick. He's de twenty fousan feller.
Vermont. Ah! we've a traitor in the camp. Who has done this? (Crosses to L.)
Tom (descends run). Tom Carew.