_Ireton and the others:_
Yes, sir.

_Fairfax:_
Since we lack General Cromwell, more depends on you, Ireton, than on any
man, perhaps. You will not be wanting, I know.

_Ireton:_
In endeavour at least--and we can die.

(A scout comes in.)

_Fairfax:_
Yes?

_The Scout:_
Something moves across from the east, sir. It is very faint. It may be
haze, or it may be dust.

_Fairfax:_
Watch. Come again at once.

(The scout goes. FAIRFAX and the others go to the tent opening, and look
out.)

_Fairfax:_
Yes--there. It is moving, isn't it?

_Ireton:_