Chamberlain:
Yes, he must come this way. He will summon the cavalry from the Saloia
Samang.
Zabra:
It will be nearly dark before they can come.
Chamberlain:
No, he is in great haste. He will pass before sunset. He will make them mount at once.
Zabra: [looking off R.]
I do not see stir at the Saloia.
Chamberlain: [looking, too] No—no. I do not see. He will make a stir.
[As they look a man comes through the doorway wearing a coarse
brown cloak which falls over his forehead. Exit furtively L.]