ELLINGHAM.  We were leaving the house together; a hunted animal sprang suddenly across our path, like a panther. [Looking over his shoulder.] There it stands.  Kerchival!—­my brother!

CORPORAL DUNN.  We had just brought this prisoner to bay, but I’m afraid we were too late.

HAVERILL.  This is assassination, sir, not war.  If you have killed him—­

THORNTON.  Do what you like with me; we need waste no words.  I had an old account to settle, and I have paid my debt.

ELLINGHAM.  General Haverill!  I took these from his breast when he first fell. [Handing up wallet and miniature to HAVERILL.  HAVERILL starts as he looks at the miniature. THORNTON watches him.

HAVERILL. [Aside.] My wife’s portrait!

THORNTON.  If I have killed him—­your honour will be buried in the same grave.

HAVERILL.  Her picture on his breast!  She gave it to him—­not to my son! [Dropping into seat. CAPTAIN LOCKWOOD enters with a SIGNALMAN, who has a burning torch on a long pole; he hurries up the elevation. CAPTAIN LOCKWOOD stands below, facing him.  Almost simultaneously with the entrance of the SIGNALMAN, GERTRUDE runs in on veranda.

GERTRUDE.  They are calling for a surgeon!  Who is it?  Brother!—­you are safe,—­ah! [Uttering a scream, as she sees KERCHIVAL, and falling on her knees at his side.] Kerchival!  Forget those last bitter words I said to you.  Can’t you hear my confession?  I do love you.  Can’t you hear me?  I love you! [The SIGNALMAN is swinging the torch as the curtain descends, LOCKWOOD looking right.

CURTAIN.

ACT III.

SCENE. Same.  It is now bright daylight, with sunshine flecking the foreground and bathing the distant valley and mountains.

DISCOVERED. JENNY, on low stone post, looking left.  As the curtain rises, she imitates Trumpet Signal No. 19 on her closed fists.

JENNY.  What a magnificent line! [Looking.] Guides-posts!  Every man and every horse is eager for the next command.  There comes the flag! [Trumpet Signal without, No. 30.] To the standard! [As the signal begins.] The regiment is going to the front.  Oh!  I do wish I could go with it.  I always do, the moment I hear the trumpets.  Boots and saddles! [Imitates No. 16.] Mount! [Imitates No. 37.] I wish I was in command of the regiment.  It was born in me. [Trumpet Signal No. 48, without.] Fours right!  There they go!  Look at those horses’ ears! [Trumpet Signal No. 39, without.] Forward. [Military band heard without—­“The Battle Cry of Freedom" JENNY takes attitude of holding bridle and trotting.] Rappity—­plap—­plap—­plap, etc. [She imitates the motions of a soldier on horseback, stepping down to rock at side of post;