You are asking questions, sir. It is not in the bond.
Capt. Eppingwell (Giving in.)
Right. I beg your pardon.
(A knock is heard at street door. Doorkeeper opens. Enter messenger, an Indian, in parka and trail costume. He appears tired. He looks about hesitatingly, dazzled by the lights.)
CAPT. EPPINGWELL
(Recognizing messenger, to Freda.) Pardon me, please, a moment. I must speak to that man.
(Walks over to Indian.).
How soon she come?
INDIAN
Come soon. Much dogs. Come fast. One hour maybe. Maybe half-hour.