Jack, you shall not go! I will go
with you!
Oakhurst. No! Your place is there. (Pointing to old MORTON,
whose head has sunk drunkenly on his breast.) Heed not this man;
his tongue carries only the borrowed lash of his master.
Concho. Eh! you are bold now--bold; but I said I would have
revenge--ah, revenge!
Sandy (rushing toward him). Coward!
Don Jose. Hold your hand, sir! Hold! I allow no one to correct
my menials but myself. Concho, order my carriage!
Concho. It is ready, sir.
Don Jose. Then lead the way to it, for my daughter and her
husband, John Oakhurst.--Good-night, Mr. Morton, I can sympathize
with you; for we have both found a son. I am willing to exchange
my dismissed servant for your dismissed PARTNER.
Starbottle (advancing). Ged, sir, I respect you! Ged, sir, permit
me, sir, to grasp that honorable hand!
Old Morton (excitedly). He is right, my partner. What have I
done! The house of Morton & Son dissolved. The man known as my
partner--a fugitive! No, Alexander!
Starbottle. One moment--a single moment! As a lawyer, permit me
to say, sir, that the whole complication may be settled, sir, by
the--er--addition of--er--single letter! The house of Morton & Son
shall hereafter read Morton & Sons. The papers for the legal
adoption of Mr. Oakhurst are--er--in my pocket.
Old Morton (more soberly). Have it your own way, sir! Morton &
Sons be it.
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