Mrs. S. I claim no kin with those who take up arms against the South.

[Enter Evans, hurriedly.

Evans. Word has come that our regiment has met the enemy one mile
away. They're engaging now. Hark to the guns!

[The distant sound of guns.

Winth. Boots and saddles, quick!

[Exit Evans on run.

I beg your pardon for intruding, madam. You shall not be troubled in
this way again.

[He and Hopkins exit hurriedly. The horses hoofs are heard as
they gallop away. They stand silently listening. Fair
throws her arms around her mother's neck, sobbing.

Fair. Oh, mother! mother!

Char. We must not fear; there's no time for that.

Fair. Oh, I am not afraid.

Bev. Have our men had time? They must have reached the camp to
give the warning.