)
He will not know me! What is to be done?
Old Morton. Give me some whishkey. Lesh all take a drink! (Enter
SERVANT with decanter and glasses.)
Old Morton (starting forward). Lesh all take a drink!
Sandy. Stop!
Old Morton (recovering himself slightly). Who says stop? Who
dares countermand my orderish?
Concho (coming forward). Who? I will tell you: eh! eh! Diego--
dismissed from the rancho of Don Jose for drunkenness! Sandy--the
vagabond of Red Gulch!
Sandy (passionately seizing OLD MORTON'S arm). Yes, Diego--Sandy--
the outcast--but, God help me! no longer the drunkard. I forbid
you to touch that glass!--I, your son, Alexander Morton! Yes, look
at me, father: I, with drunkenness in my blood, planted by you,
fostered by you--I whom you sought to save--I--I stand here to save
you! Go! (To SERVANT.) Go! While he is thus, I--I, am master
here!
Old Morton (cowed and frightened). That voice! (Passing his hand
over his forehead.) Am I dreaming Aleck, where are you? Alexander,
speak, I command you: is this the truth?
Oakhurst (slowly). It is!
Starbottle. One moment--a single moment: permit me to--er--er--
explain. The gentleman who has just--er--dismissed the refreshment
is, to the best of my legal knowledge, your son. The gentleman who
for the past year has so admirably filled the functions of that
office is--er--prepared to admit this. The proofs are--er--
conclusive.
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