Don Jose. Bueno! (Aside.) Follow that fellow beyond the Mission.
(Aloud.) Admit the strangers. Did they give their names?

Concho. They did, Don Jose,--Col. Culpepper Starbottle and the Don
Alexandro Morton.

Sandy (dropping glass of aguardiente, and staggering stupidly to
the centre, confronting DON JOSE and CONCHO, still holding bottle).
Eh! Wot? Wot name did you say? (Looks stupidly and amazedly at
CONCHO and DON JOSE, and then slowly passes his hand over his
forehead. Then slowly and apologetically.) I axes your pardon,
Don Jose, and yours, sir (to CONCHO), but I thought ye called me.
No!--that ez--I mean--I mean--I'm a little off color here (pointing
to his head). I don't follow suit--I--eh--eh! Oh!--ye'll pardon
me, sir, but thar's names--perhaps yer darter will remember that I
was took a bit ago on a name--thar's names sorter hangin' round me
yer (pointing to his head), that I thinks I hear--but bein' drunk--
I hopes ye'll excoos me. Adios. (Staggers to gateway, CONCHO
following.)

Concho (aside). There is something more in this than Don Jose
would have known. I'll watch Diego, and keep an eye on Miss Jovita
too.

Exit, following SANDY, who, in exit, jostles against COL. STARBOTTLE
entering, who stops and leans exhaustedly at the wall to get his
breath; following him closely, and oblivious of SANDY MORTON,
ALEXANDER MORTON, sen. Enter COL. STARBOTTLE and ALEXANDER MORTON,
sen.