Sandy (who has been sinking under CONCHO'S words, rising
convulsively to his feet). God be merciful to me a sinner!
(Faints.)
Concho (standing over his prostrate body exultingly). I am right.
You are wise, Concho, you are wise! You have found Alexander
Morton!
Hop Sing (advancing slowly to SANDY'S side, and extending open
palm). Me washee shirt flo you, flowty dozen hab. You no payee
me. Me wantee twenty dollar hep. Sabe!
Curtain.
END OF ACT II.
ACT III.
SCENE 1.--The bank parlor of Morton & Son, San Francisco. Room
richly furnished; two square library desks, left and right. At
right, safe in wall; at left, same with practicable doors. Folding
door in flat C., leading to counting-room. Door in left to private
room of ALEXANDER MORTON, sen.; door in right to private room of
MORTON, jun. ALEXANDER MORTON, sen., discovered at desk R.,
opening and reading letters.
Morton, sen. (laying down letter). Well, well, the usual story;
letters from all sorts of people, who have done or intend to do all
sorts of things for my reclaimed prodigal. (Reads.) "Dear Sir:
five years ago I loaned some money to a stranger who answers the
description of your recovered son. He will remember Jim Parker,--
Limping Jim, of Poker Flat. Being at present short of funds,
please send twenty dollars, amount loaned, by return mail. If not
convenient, five dollars will do as instalment.
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