ain't got to put up with that, Jack, along o' yer other trials?

Oakhurst. He often seeks me here. Ah--yes--he is coming this way
now.

Sandy (in ludicrous terror). Jack, pard, quick I hide me
somewhere, Jack!

Oakhurst (opening door R.). In there, quick! Not a sound, as you
value your future! [Exit SANDY hurriedly R.


SCENE 2.--The same. Enter door R., OLD MORTON, in dressing-gown,
with candle.

Old Morton. Not abed yet, Alexander? Well, well, I don't blame
you, my son it has been for you a trying, trying night. Yes, I
see: like me, you are a little nervous and wakeful. (Slowly takes
chair, and comfortably composes himself.)

Oakhurst (aside). He is in for a midnight gossip. How shall I
dispose of Sandy?

Old Morton. Yes (meditatively),--yes, you have overworked lately.
Never mind. In a day or two more you shall have a vacation, sir,--
a vacation!

Oakhurst (aside). He knows not how truly he speaks. (Aloud.)
Yes, sir, I was still up. I have only just now dismissed the
policemen.