Captain
Andre, here are papers for you.
[_He walks away, descending the road_.
_Col. Hill_. So! So! What ails the boy?
(_Looking after him for a moment, and then ascending the hill_.)
_Andre_. (_Reading_.) Humph! Here's prose enough! Will you walk up the
hill with me, Mortimer? I must cross the river again.
_Mait_. First let me seek this horse of mine,--the rogue must have
strayed down this path, I think.
(_He enters the wood_.)
(_Andre walks to and fro with an impatient air, then pauses_.)
_Andre_. Well, I can wait no longer for this loiterer.
[_Exit_.
(_Mortimer re-enters, calling from the woods_.)
_Mor_. Andre! Maitland! Colonel Hill! Good Heavens! Where the devil are
they all? Maitland!
(_Maitland appears, slowly ascending the road_.)
_Mor_. For the love of Heaven,--come here.
_Mail_. Nay.--but what is it?
_Mor_. For God's sake, come,
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DIALOGUE II.
SCENE. _A little glen, darkly shaded with pines.
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