Miss Mary (aside). I am sure it was Sandy's voice! But why does
he conceal himself?
Sandy (aside, rising slowly to his feet, with his back to
schoolhouse door). Even this conceited bully overcomes me, and
shames me with his readiness and tact. He was quick to spare her--
a stranger--the spectacle of two angry men. I--I--must needs
wrangle before her very door! Well, well! better out of her sight
forever, than an object of pity or terror. [Exit slowly, and with
downcast eyes, right.
Miss Mary (watching the trail). It WAS Sandy! and this concealment
means something more than bashfulness. Perhaps the stranger can
explain.
[Enters schoolhouse, and closes door.
SCENE 2.--The same. Enter CONCHO, lame, cautiously, from R.
Pauses at R., and then beckons to HOP SING, who follows R.
Concho (impatiently). Well! you saw him?
Hop Sing. Me see him.
Concho. And you recognized him?
Hop Sing. No shabe likoquize.
Concho (furiously). You knew him, eh? Carramba! You KNEW him.
Hop Sing (slowly and sententiously). Me shabe man you callee
Diego. Me shabbee Led Gulchee call Sandy. Me shabbee man Poker
Flat callee Alexandlee Molton. Allee same, John! Allee same!
Concho (rubbing his hands). Bueno! Good John! good John! And you
knew he was called Alexander Morton? And go on--good John--go on!
Hop Sing. Me plentee washee shirtee--Melican man Poker Flat. Me
plentee washee shirt Alexandlee Molton.
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