Sandy (despairingly). He will not understand us! (To STARBOTTLE.)
He will not know me! What is to be done?

Old Morton. Give me some whishkey. Lesh all take a drink! (Enter
SERVANT with decanter and glasses.)

Old Morton (starting forward). Lesh all take a drink!

Sandy. Stop!

Old Morton (recovering himself slightly). Who says stop? Who
dares countermand my orderish?

Concho (coming forward). Who? I will tell you: eh! eh! Diego--
dismissed from the rancho of Don Jose for drunkenness! Sandy--the
vagabond of Red Gulch!

Sandy (passionately seizing OLD MORTON'S arm). Yes, Diego--Sandy--
the outcast--but, God help me! no longer the drunkard. I forbid
you to touch that glass!--I, your son, Alexander Morton! Yes, look
at me, father: I, with drunkenness in my blood, planted by you,
fostered by you--I whom you sought to save--I--I stand here to save
you! Go! (To SERVANT.) Go! While he is thus, I--I, am master
here!

Old Morton (cowed and frightened). That voice! (Passing his hand
over his forehead.) Am I dreaming Aleck, where are you? Alexander,
speak, I command you: is this the truth?