Oakhurst (listening at door R.) Good. At least I know from what
quarter to expect the attack. Ah!

PRITCHARD throws slip-noose over OAKHURST from behind; OAKHURST
puts his hand in his breast as the slip-noose is drawn across his
bosom, pinioning one arm over his breast, and the other at his
side. SILKY and SOAPY, directed by PRITCHARD, drag OAKHURST to
chair facing front, and pinion his legs. PRITCHARD, C., regarding
him.

Oakhurst (very coolly). You have left me my voice, I suppose,
because it is useless.

Pritchard. That's so, pard. 'Twon't be no help to ye.

Oakhurst. Then you have killed Jackson.

Pritchard. Lord love ye, no! That ain't like us, pard! Jackson's
tendin' door for us, and kinder lookin' out gin'rally for the boys.
Thar's nothin' mean about Jackson.

Soapy. No! Jackson's a squar man. Eh, Silky?

Silky. Ez white a man ez they is, pard!

Oakhurst (aside). The traitor! (Aloud.) Well!

Pritchard. Well, you want ter know our business. Call upon a
business man in business hours. Our little game is this, Mr. Jack
Morton Alexander Oakhurst. When we was here the other night, we