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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Two Men of Sandy Bar; a drama"


Oakhurst (aside). It would be an easy deception. Sandy has given
me the details of his early life. At least, before the imposition
was discovered I shall be-- (Aloud.) I--I-- (Aside.) Perdition!
SHE is coming! There is a light moving in the upper chamber. Don
Jose is awakened. (Aloud.) I--I--accept.
Morton. It is well. Take these keys, open yonder gate, and fly!
(As OAKHURST hesitates.) Obey me. I will meet your sweetheart,
and explain all. You will come here at daylight in the morning,
and claim admittance, not as a vagabond, a housebreaker, but as my
son. You hesitate. Alexander Morton, I, your father, command you.
Go!
OAKHURST goes to the gate, opens it, as the sound of DIEGO'S voice,
singing in the fog, comes faintly in.

O yer's your Sandy Morton,
Drink him down!
O yer's your Sandy Morton,
Drink him down!
O yer's your Sandy Morton,
For he's drunk, and goin' a-courtin'.
O yer's your Sandy Morton,
Drink him down!

OAKHURST recoils against gate, MORTON hesitates, as window in
corridor opens, and DON JOSE calls from upper corridor.
Don Jose. Concho! (Pause.) 'Tis that vagabond Diego, lost his
way in the fog. Strange that Concho should have overlooked him. I
will descend.
Morton (to OAKHURST). Do you hear?
Exit OAKHURST through gateway. MORTON closes gate, and returns to
centre.


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