RADA
O God! God! God!

MICHAEL
[_Getting up and standing in front of her_.]
Look here. We've had enough of this music. We've been cutting throats all
day, and now we want to unbuckle a bit. There'll be hell to pay when the
other boys come back. A pretty wild-goose chase you've sent them on, too,
with your tale about the old Jew's money-bags. What was the game? You
seemed mighty anxious to wheedle us all out of the house; and you'd never
get out of the village alive to-night. Listen to that!

[_There is an uproar outside, a shot, and a woman's scream, followed by
the terrified cry of a child_: "Ah! Ah! Father!"]

ARRAM
The men are mad with zaki and blood and--other things. There's no holding
them in, even from the children. What chance would there be for a
fine-looking wench like yourself?

MICHAEL
Don't tell me you were going out into that?
[_He points in the direction of the uproar_.]
Something to hide on the spot, eh? Well, now you've got the others out of
the way, we're going to have a look. What's in there?
[_He points to the little door on the left_.]

RADA
[_Rising to her feet slowly, steadying herself with one hand against the