Sandy (looking after him affectionately). Look at him, boys!
Allers the same,--high-toned, cold, even to his pardner! That's
him,--Jack Oakhurst! But Jack, Jack, you're goin' to shake hands,
ain't ye? (Extends his hand, after a pause. OAKHURST takes it
gloomily.)

Col. Starbottle (who has been regarding interview with visible
scorn and disgust, advancing to OAKHURST). You will--er--pardon me
if, under the--er--circumstances, I withdraw from this--er--
disgraceful proceeding. The condonation, by that man, of two of
the most tremendous offences to society and to the code, without
apology or satisfaction, Ged, sir, is--er--er--of itself an insult
to the spectator. I go, sir--

Oakhurst. But, Col. Starbottle--

Starbottle. Permit me to say, sir, that I hold myself for this,
sir, responsible, sir,--personally responsible.

[Exit STARBOTTLE, glancing furiously at SANDY, who sinks on sofa
laughing.

Oakhurst (aside). He will change his mind in half an hour. But,
in the mean time, time is precious. (Aloud.) Sandy, come!

Sandy (rising with alacrity). Yes, Jack, I'm ready.

Oakhurst. We are going (slowly and solemnly)--we are going to see
your father.