CATES

Yeah. But what’s going to happen now? I haven’t got a job. I’ll bet they won’t even let me back in the boarding house.

DRUMMOND

Sure, it’s gonna be tough, it’s not gonna be any church social for a while. But you’ll live. And while they’re making you sweat, remember—you’ve helped the next fella.

CATES

What do you mean?

DRUMMOND

You don’t suppose this kind of thing is ever finished, do you? Tomorrow it’ll be something else—and another fella will have to stand up. And you’ve helped give him the guts to do it!

CATES

(Turning to MEEKER, with new pride in what he’s done)

Mr. Meeker, don’t you have to lock me up?

MEEKER

They fixed bail.

CATES

You don’t expect a schoolteacher to have five hundred dollars.

MEEKER

(Jerking his head toward HORNBECK)

This fella here put up the money.

HORNBECK

With a year’s subscription to the Baltimore Herald,

We give away—at no cost or obligation—

A year of freedom.

(RACHEL enters, carrying a suitcase. She is smiling, and there is a new lift to her head. CATES turns and sees her.)

CATES

Rachel!

RACHEL

Hello, Bert.

CATES

Where are you going?

RACHEL

I’m not sure. But I’m leaving my father.

CATES

Rache…

RACHEL

Bert, it’s my fault the jury found you guilty. (He starts to protest) Partly my fault. I helped. (RACHEL hands BERT a book) This is your book, Bert. (Silently, he takes it) I’ve read it. All the way through. I don’t understand it. What I do understand, I don’t like. I don’t want to think that men come from apes and monkeys. But I think that’s beside the point.

(DRUMMOND looks at the girl admiringly.)

DRUMMOND

That’s right. That’s beside the point.

(RACHEL crosses to DRUMMOND.)

RACHEL

Mr. Drummond, I hope I haven’t said anything to offend you. You see, I haven’t really thought very much. I was always afraid of what I might think—so it seemed safer not to think at all. But now I know. A thought is like a child inside our body. It has to be born. If it dies inside you, part of you dies, too! (Pointing to the book) Maybe what Mr. Darwin wrote is bad. I don’t know. Bad or good, it doesn’t make any difference. The ideas have to come out—like children. Some of ’em healthy as a bean plant, some sickly. I think the sickly ideas die mostly, don’t you, Bert?

(BERT nods yes, but he’s too lost in new admiration for her to do anything but stare. He does not move to her side. DRUMMOND smiles, as if to say: “That’s quite a girl!” The JUDGE walks in slowly.)

JUDGE

Brady’s dead.

(They all react. The JUDGE starts toward his chambers.)

DRUMMOND

I can’t imagine the world without Matthew Harrison Brady.

CATES

(To the JUDGE)

What caused it? Did they say?

(Dazed, the JUDGE goes off without answering.)

HORNBECK

Matthew Harrison Brady died of a busted belly.

(DRUMMOND slams down his brief case)