SCENE V—Snow.—Landscape.—Music. Enter ELIZA, with HARRY, hurriedly, L. 1 E. Eliza. They press upon my footsteps—the river is my only hope. Heaven grant me strength to reach it, ere they overtake me! Courage, my child!—we will be free—or perish!
Hal. We'll catch her yet; the river will stop her! Marks. No, it won't, for look! she has jumped upon the ice! She's brave gal, anyhow! Loker. She'll be drowned! Hal. Curse that young 'un! I shall lose him, after all. Loker. Come on, Marks, to the ferry! Hal. Aye, to the ferry!—a hundred dollars for a boat! [Music.—They rush off, R. H.] |