execration mingled with cries of "Lynch the spy!_") You see, there is no
way of escape.

_M.B._ (_drawing revolver_). You shall not long enjoy your triumph. I have
but one cartridge, but perchance it will be enough for you. [_Pulls
trigger, but finds action rather stiff._

_G.J._ Look out, Mary! These things are rather tricky in inexperienced
hands. [Marmaduke _succeeds in pulling trigger. There is a violent
explosion and a large hole appears in_ George's _breeches._

_G.J._ (_calmly to the baffled_ Marmaduke). Bad luck! That's my cork one. I
lost the original when I got this. [_Touches V.C. pinned on his
breast._

_M.B._ (_annoyed_). Curse, and curse again! [_Gnawing his moustache he
falls in with squad._

_Sergt.-Major T._ Prisoner and escort, 'SHUN! Stand at--EASE. 'SHUN. Move
to the right in fours. Form--FOURS. RIGHT. By the left, quick--MARCH.
[_Exeunt, leaving_ Mary _in_ George's _arms. The howls of execration
redouble. Then there is a tense silence, broken by the sound of a volley._

_George._ Mary, my own! At last!

_Mary._ My hero.

CURTAIN.

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