The File of Dream Soldiers
Halt!
The Professor
(Breaking into a heavy sweat.) Great God! I haven’t a place to hide! Oh, Lord, what shall I do? (He turns, and in his dream he imagines a deserted stone hut set in a grove of thick tall trees, which seems to offer shelter. He runs towards the hut.) As I live, here is a stone hut among thick trees! I’ll hide in it. Perhaps they won’t see me. (He dashes wildly in, slamming a heavy door behind him.)
A SCORE OF DREAM SOLDIERS
(Hurrying after him and knocking with their musket butts on the door.) Knock! Knock! Knock!