(rising).
Part of it will be spent far otherwise. Remember that I told you.

WASHINGTON
(courteously). Aye, I'll remember, tho' 'tis but a jest.

RED ROWAN
(pausing).
Aye, a jest wrought of gipsy magic. I wish you well, Master Washington,
and I thank you for your hospitality.

FRONTIERSMAN'S VOICE
(calling from right).
Rowan!

RED ROWAN
(answering).
I'm coming, father. (To Washington.) Remember, Master Washington, that
I told you.

[Exit Rowan, quickly and lightly.

WASHINGTON
(smiling to himself).
Remember! Why, 'tis the merest jest.

CAREY
(from background).
Time's up, George! There's wondrous sport. Are you not coming?