Armstrong, pray?

CLEVELAND. A rebel, madam.

ROSE. I like him for that.

CLEVELAND. A spy.

ROSE. But what has all this to do with Captain Fuller? I have known
the Captain, Major, for some years, and I think you can take my word
for it, he is no spy.

CLEVELAND. Do Captain Fuller and Captain Armstrong wear the same
colours?

WALTER. All Continental officers wear the same colours.

CLEVELAND. Are they all of the same complexion, height, and [_Rising
and going over to him_.] do they all wear the same love tokens? Does
Captain Fuller wear Captain Armstrong's sash, worked with Captain
Armstrong's name!

WALTER. [_Aside_.] The sash Rose worked and gave me. Fool! fool!

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.

CLEVELAND. Oh, then he is Captain Armstrong.

ROSE. [_With great suddenness._] Captain Fuller, Mr. Metcalf--don't
play your jests here--Captain Fuller, sir.

METCALF. Eh! Eh! [_Looking confused from one to another._] A jest,
Captain Fuller--capital--ha, ha, ha--[_Aside to_ ROSE.] What mischief
have I tumbled into now, and who is that fellow in a very red coat and
a very white wig?

ROSE. [_Aside to him._] Major Cleveland.

METCALF. Major Cleveland! We are all hanged and quartered--though for
the matter of that, in my capacity of expounder of the alphabet,
I've been quartered--on the neighbourhood, these ten years past. Your
obedient servant, sir, y