MARTIN. My God, you're beautiful! (Harshly.) Put out the lantern.
RUTH. Give me your pistol first.
MARTIN. My pistol?
RUTH. Yes.
(A pause. Martin takes it out, half offers it, then, with a suspicious look, gives it her.)
MARTIN. The lantern.
(Ruth blows it out. As Martin draws her towards the shed, voices are heard.)
EPHRAIM. I'm convinced your men won't be needed, Captain.
GUY. We shall soon see.
(Enter Ephraim, Guy and Captain Lascelles, a youngish officer. Guy has a lantern which he places on the ground.)