Flor. If I return no answer in the darkness I may retreat unseen.
He creeps silently to the left as the bravo advances.
San. Speak! where are you?
2d bravo emerges from the gloom and directly crosses the path by which Florian is about to escape.
Len. Here!
Thunder.
Florian at the second voice discovers himself to be exactly between the ruffians, and stops.
Flor. God!
He recedes a single step, and strikes his hand against a tree immediately behind him, the trunk of which is hollowed by time, and open towards the audience.
Ha! a tree!