And another, as SWEDEN stands bolt upright in front of the fire, stiff as a rod, glaring at ABE.
SWEDEN:
After that...we must go! We can't stay now;
we must strike camp this very instant and go
on—down the river.
FADE IN:
Lightning flickers as ABE opens his eyes, sits up with a start. The lantern has gone out.
He looks at the tent wall.
INT. TENT WALL. NIGHT.
The cruel shadows of the willow branches dance in the lightning’s flash. Though threatening in appearance they are nonetheless mere branches, casting appropriate shadows for bushes 50 feet away.
ABE squeezes his eyes shut, tries to ignore his surroundings. Lightning flashes an instant later, accompanied by a flurry of patterings. Again he looks to the tent wall.
INT. TENT WALL. NIGHT.
We see the whipping shadows of the wi
