ANDERSON (shouting as he rushes into the market place). Amen; and
stop the execution. (He bursts through the line of soldiers
opposite Burgoyne, and rushes, panting, to the gallows.) I am
Anthony Anderson, the man you want.

The crowd, intensely excited, listens with all its ears. Judith,
half rising, stares at him; then lifts her hands like one whose
dearest prayer has been granted.

SWINDON. Indeed. Then you are just in time to take your place on
the gallows. Arrest him.

At a sign from the sergeant, two soldiers come forward to seize
Anderson.

ANDERSON (thrusting a paper under Swindon's nose). There's my
safe-conduct, sir.

SWINDON (taken aback). Safe-conduct! Are you--!

ANDERSON (emphatically). I am. (The two soldiers take him by the
elbows.) Tell these men to take their hands off me.

SWINDON (to the men). Let him go.

SERGEANT. Fall back.

The two men return to their places. The townsfolk raise a cheer;
and begin to exchange exultant looks, with a presentiment of
triumph as they see their Pastor speaking with their enemies in