HE. Thanks. (_He blows a few whiffs into the air. Then stops, and
surveys PETERS thoughtfully._) Peters, you're a brave man, aren't
you?
PETERS. (_Modestly_) I am 'andy with me fists, m'lord.
HE. That's not quite what I mean, Peters. . . . (_He pauses._)
Peters, you have the making of a hero in you. Something tells me
that you're going to have your chance.
(_There is a loud splash from the same direction as before,
followed by screams of "Help! Help!"_)
PETERS. (_With excitement_) M'lord!
HE. (_Quietly_) Yes, Peters?
PETERS. Somebody's calling for 'elp, m'lord!
HE. Yes, Peters.
PETERS. Shall I go, m'lord?
HE. Yes, Peters. . . . Gallop!
_And as_
PETERS. (_Charges wildly into the shrubbery, shouting_): H'I'm
coming! H'I'm coming!