Jerry. [Putting his head out of the hole.] O dear, what's that? The great guns are going off. Are you sure, my dear jailor, that this prison is bomb proof?
Jailor. Take your head in, you great land turtle.
Jerry. Oh, what will become of me?
End of the Second Act.
ACT III.
Scene in front of a pavilion tent; trumpets and drums sounding.
Enter General, Lenox, Soldiers, Officers, &c.
General. At length victory has crown'd our arms, and the result of this action will keep alive the spirits of our troops, and the hopes of our country. Hark! the bugles are sounding a retreat, and the enemy has abandoned the field and taken to his entrenchments. Lenox, your hand—your conduct this day has confirmed our hopes—allow me in the name of our country to thank you.
Lenox. Not a word, dear general, not a word; I have merely done my duty, and done no more than every soldier in our ranks.
General. What is the result of this day's action?