ANDREW. Your face!
[In the shadow of the flag The Figure unmuffles for an instant.
[Peering, dazzled, Andrew staggers back, with a low cry, and, covering his eyes, falls upon the embankment.
[From away, left, the thrumming of a jew's-harp is heard, playing "The Star-Spangled Banner."
[From the right enter Joel and Ellen.
[Descending from the embankment, The Figure stands apart.
JOEL. Well, Colonel Average, time's up.
ELLEN. [Seeing Andrew's prostrate form, hastens to him.] Andy! What's happened?
ANDREW. [Rising slowly.] Come here. I'll whisper it.
[He leads her beside the embankment, beyond which the dawn is beginning to redden.