CLEVELAND. Miss Elsworth, I'm under the necessity of a disagreeable
duty. I am compelled to consider our truce at an end. Young sir, you
are my prisoner.

WALTER. [_Drawing and rushing between the_ MAJOR _and the door._]
If you speak aloud or attempt to call aid, I will strike you dead. I
shall not yield without resistance. If you molest me, blood will be
shed.

CLEVELAND. [_Drawing a pistol._] I am better armed than you supposed,
sir. It would be awkward for any collision to occur in the presence of
a lady, and yet I shall not hesitate to do my duty. If you are really
Captain Fuller, I shall be very glad to shake hands and drink a glass
of wine with you; if Captain Armstrong, you _must_ become my prisoner.

ROSE. [_Standing by her chair, trembling._] Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

WALTER. I have but one reply to make: if you attempt to arrest me, I
shall defend myself--and will escape if I can.

[_Several shots fired within_.

_Enter_ MR. METCALF _suddenly, pursued by_ TWO SOLDIERS.

CLEVELAND. Ha!

METCALF. [_Not seeing_ CLEVELAND, _and rushing up to_ WALTER.] Bless
me, Captain Armstrong.