Fitzgibbon. Then, Corporal, show them in.
[Exit Corporal.
Enter MRS. SECORD and the Indian Chief, who salutes LIEUT. FITZGIBBON.
Several Militiamen (in surprise, aside to each other.) 'Tis Mrs. Secord, Captain Secord's wife;
What can her errand be? So tired, too,
And in rags.
Mrs. Secord (courtesying). You are the Captain, sir?
Fitzgibbon. At your service.
Mrs. Secord. I bring you news of great importance, sir.
Fitzgibbon. I am indebted, madam, for what I see
Has been no common task. Be seated, pray.
[A Cadet places a chair.
Chief, will you also rest?