BURGOYNE. You will understand of course, Mr. Anderson, that you
must not build on this little incident. We are bound to make an
example of somebody.

RICHARD. I quite understand. I suppose there's no use in my
explaining.

BURGOYNE. I think we should prefer independent testimony, if you
don't mind.

The sergeant, with a packet of papers in his hand, returns
conducting Christy, who is much scared.

SERGEANT (giving Burgoyne the packet). Dispatches, Sir. Delivered
by a corporal of the 53rd. Dead beat with hard riding, sir.

Burgoyne opens the dispatches, and presently becomes absorbed in
them. They are so serious as to take his attention completely
from the court martial.

SERGEANT (to Christy). Now then. Attention; and take your hat
off. (He posts himself in charge of Christy, who stands on
Burgoyne's side of the court.)

RICHARD (in his usual bullying tone to Christy). Don't be
frightened, you fool: you're only wanted as a witness. They're
not going to hang YOU.

SWINDON. What's your name?