Varlie.
Now, Mr. Hyde, just let me....
(Leads Robert aside and tries to persuade him. Meanwhile there is a clatter without as of several horses arriving. A Recruiting Officer and two or three Young Men, all in khaki ENTER as if just from horseback after a long ride.
Varlie steps aside whispering with 1st Shepherd.)
Re. Off.
Hey, lads. They told me I should find a covey of you here. Fine! I’m glad we struck your camp. Whew! We’re dead thirsty! Have you got any tea?
Gordon.
Sure. Those kettles are boiling. We’ll have tea in a jiffy.
Robert.
Where are you going?