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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Two Men of Sandy Bar; a drama"


Don Jose (aside). Bueno! It is as I expected,--an explanation, an
explosion, a lover's quarrel, an end to romance. From his looks I
should say she has been teaching the adventurer a lesson. Good! I
could embrace her. (Crosses to SANDY--aloud.) You still here!
Sandy (rising with a start). Yes! I--a--I was only taking leave
of Miss Jovita that hez bin kind to me. She's a good gal, ole man,
and won't be any the worse when I'm gone.--Good-by, Miss Jovita
(extending his hand): I wish ye luck.
Jovita (coldly). Adios, friend Diego. (Aside, hurriedly.) You
will not expose my secret?
Sandy (aside). It ain't in me, miss. (To DON JOSE, going.)
Adios, ole man. (Shouldering his pack.)
Don Jose. Adios, friend Diego. (Formally.) May good luck attend
you! (Aside.) You understand, on your word as--as--as--A
GENTLEMAN!--you have no further communication with this rancho, or
aught that it contains.
Sandy (gravely). I hear ye, ole man. Adios. (Goes to gateway,
but pauses at table, and begins to fill a glass of aguardiente.)
Don Jose (aside, looking at his daughter). I could embrace her
now. She is truly a Castro. (Aloud to JOVITA.) Hark ye, little
one! I have news that will please you, and--who knows? perhaps
break up the monotony of the dull life of the rancho. To-night
come to me two famous caballeros, Americanos, you understand: they
will be here soon, even now.


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