Winth. Yes, yes; of course.
[Enter Evans and a party of some ten or twelve soldiers. Two of
them begin to light a fire on the old place covered with
ashes.
Evans. We found good shelter for the horses underneath the pines.
[The men begin to spread the blankets and another to make coffee.
Winth. Have you a picket out?
Evans. Yes, down on the river bank. Shall we stop here to-night?
[It begins to snow very gently.
Snow! I'm glad we got into camp before night.
Hop. (rubs hands and looks towards the fire). And we'll have
coffee soon. This reconnoitering ain't much to my taste.
[He turns to Winthrop. A noise (off Right).
[Enter soldier quickly.
Soldier. The enemy!
Winth. Where?
Soldier. There, across the river. Hark!
[The distant sound of horses galloping is heard.
Winth. Under cover! Load! Make ready!
[They all crouch behind bushes with guns in readiness.
The horses' hoofs are plainly heard, and then the sound
of voices singing "Spur On." The sound comes nearer,
then the hoofs cease.
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