Horse outside. Come!
Carter. Gordon, you have--
Gordon. Not a word. Now's the time.
[As he is about to help Carter in the hole, the voice of Bill
is heard outside.
Bill (without). All right, in a minute.
Gordon. You hear. Quick!
[He helps Carter down through the floor as the key is heard in
the door. Gordon throws the bricks back into place, and
then draws mattress over them. He snatches up blanket,
drawing it partially over him, strikes out candle with
his hand, pillows his head on his arm and pretends to be
asleep. Enter Bill from the hall. He is very cross at
having been disturbed.
Bill. Nice time o' night to be coming asking for prisoners. Fool!
Why couldn't he wait till mornin (holds up lantern). Humph! Must all be
sleepin in the parlor. Well, I'll get um out of thar (he catches sight
of Gordon). Well, friendly fellow--this; wants room to himself. You,
there; get up! (Gordon moves and half turns, but does not open eyes)
Thunder! Are you dead? Get up!
[Shakes him roughly by the arm.
Gordon (half rising, as though very sleepy). What's the matter?
Bill.
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