voice. Don't sing any more about heels, fellers, might hurt the poor gentleman's feelings.
another. Haw, haw!
Yes, that's so! Heels seems to be his'ns tender p'nt! (Guffaws.)
Rev. Edward (outside). Thank you for your assistance, neighbors.
Without it, assuredly, our friend's life would have been sacrificed.
Take the mare, Pomp, and give her a good rubbing down.
And now, Leftenant—
Voices. Three cheers for Parson!
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! Goodby!
Abigail. Thanks be to Providence! (They enter.
The lieutenant, with his foot done up in huge white wrappings, is leaning heavily on Mr. Brooks' shoulder.)
Abigail. My dear husband!
You are safe!
Rev. Edward. Yes, wife, and I have brought you a guest, Leftenant Gould of the King's Own. My nieces, Leftenant.
Lt. Gould (with a ceremonious bow). Your servant, madam—ladies. (Al three courtesy.)
Abigail. But you are wounded! (They assist him into the chair.
Nancy takes charge.)
Nancy. Quick, Mercy, child!