te dress trimmed with flowers, and
looks extremely lovely.

Col. S. What is it?

George. The enemy! They're on the road!

Char. Cupid, the horses! Do you hear!

Bev. I'll get father's for him.

[Exit Bev and Cupid on the run.

Mrs. S. Run! Fly! You've not a moment!

Fair. The horses are saddled at the gate. There's Cupid with them.

Col. S. Go, boys, quick, to join the others. You must
retreat--you are too few.

Gordon. We will not leave till you are ready.

Col. S. For God's sake, go! I'll come.

[Enter Bev on the run.

Bev. They're Yankees, sure! I saw the dust far down the road.

Col. S. (takes Mrs. S. in arms for a second; kisses her). God keep you!

[George is saying good-bye to Charlotte.

Char. Go on! go on! You must not stop for us. We are all safe.
God take you on to safety.

Gordon. We're all right; don't fear.

[They dash off (Left), Bev with them.

Bev (outside). I'll take care of them, father.

[The horses' hoofs are heard; they die away in the distance.

[Re-enter Bev.

Bev. They're off all right. They'll make the camp in twenty minutes.

Fair (clinging to Mrs. S.). Oh, mother, what can we do!

Mrs. S. Cupid, quick! You and Marthy get the silver; put it in
the chest; bring me the key. (Exit Marthy and Cupid). We must be brave.
Try to detain them as long as possible; our boys may have more time.

[The bugle-call is heard very near, then the sound of horses'
hoofs growing louder.

Char. Is there nothing we can do to stop them? Stay, they'll come
here to the house; we'll lock them out.

[Enter Marthy and Cupid.

Marthy. We grabbed up what we could an' shuved de ches' onder de
baid.

[Gives key.

Mrs. S. Here, let me lock the door. (She locks the door; puts key
in her pocket). We'll stand here on the porch. Now, children, keep close
by me; they shall not harm you. If only we can keep them!

[They stand in a little group on the porch, Cupid with an ax,
and he and Marthy behind the others.

A Man's Voice. Here, this way!

Another. Here's the house!

Another. Come on!

[Enter a party of Union soldiers headed by Corporal Evans, an
insolent young fellow of about twenty-five. He has a very
boisterous manner,