Flick. It is time Blick came to take my place.
Snick. I wish it were always my turn to watch. I have no heart for anything else.
Flick. Nor I, brother, nor I!
Snick. Here comes Blick now.
Flick. Why is he running?
- [Blick enters breathless.
Blick. Danger! Put out your lanterns! A man has been prowling about the forest since sundown. He is ragged and wild and carries a knife. We have surrounded him; we will pounce out and bind him; but he looks strong. We shall need you, Snick. Flick must guard alone. Come this way, but keep behind the trees. The others are closing in.
- [They creep off. Flick, left alone, covers the coffin with the pall, and then goes to the edge of the glade.
