MAN'S idea of right; and--there's my hand. Take it, take it; for
it's a novelty, Mr. Morton: it's the hand of an honest girl!

Oakhurst (hesitates, then rises, sinks on one knee, and raises MISS
MARY'S fingers to his lips). God bless you, miss! God bless you!

Miss Mary (retreating to centre door). Good-night, good-night
(slowly),--cousin--Alexander. [Exit. Dark stage.

Oakhurst (rising swiftly). No, no: it is false! Ah! She's gone.
Another moment, and I would have told her all. Pshaw! courage,
man! It is only six days more, and you are free, and this year's
shame and agony forever ended.

Enter JACKSON.

Jackson. As you ordered, sir, the night watchman has been relieved,
and has just gone.

Oakhurst. Very good, sir; and you?

Jackson. I relieved the porter, sir; and I shall bunk on two
chairs in the counting-room. You'll find me handy if you want me,
sir. Good-night, sir. [Exit C.

Oakhurst. I fear these rascals will not dare to make their second
attempt to-night. A quiet scrimmage with them, enough to keep me
awake or from thinking, would be a good fortune. No, no! no such
luck for you to-night, John Oakhurst! You are playing a losing
game. . . . Yet the robbery was a bold one. At eleven o'clock,