MRS. DREISSIGER
[In a transport of fear, throwing her arms around JOHN'S neck.] John, John, dear, good John! Save us, John. Save my boys! Oh, what is to become of us?
DREISSIGER
Rosa, try to keep your head. Let John go.
JOHN
Yes, yes, ma'am! Don't you be frightened. Our good horses'll soon leave them all behind; an' whoever doesn't get out of the way'll be driven over.
MRS. KITTELHAUS
[In helpless anxiety.] But my husband … my husband? But, Mr. Dreissiger, my husband?
DREISSIGER
He's in safety now, Mrs. Kittelhaus. Don't alarm yourself; he's all right.