across his forehead, looks around toward exit of STARBOTTLE and
MISS MARY.

Sandy (slowly, but with more calmness of demeanor). Gone, gone--
forever! No: I am not mad, nor crazed with drink. My hands no
longer tremble. There is no confusion here. (Feeling his
forehead). I heard them all. It was no dream. I heard her every
word. Alexander Morton, yes, they spoke of Alexander Morton. She
is going to him, to my father. She is going--she, Mary, my cousin--
she is going to my father. He has been seeking me--has found--ah!
(Groans.) No, no, Sandy! Be patient, be calm: you are not crazy--
no, no, good Sandy, good old boy! Be patient, be patient: it is
coming, it is coming. Yes, I see: some one has leaped into my
place; some one has leaped into the old man's arms. Some one will
creep into HER heart! No! by God! No! I am Alexander Morton.
Yes, yes! But how, how shall I prove it?--how? Who (CONCHO steps
cautiously forward towards SANDY unobserved) will believe the
vagabond, the outcast--my God!--the crazy drunkard?

Concho (advancing, and laying his hand on SANDY). I will!

Sandy (staggering back amazedly). You!

Concho. Yes,--I, I,--Concho! You know me, Diego, you know me,--
Concho, the major-domo of the Blessed Innocents. Ha! You know me
now. Yes, I have come to save you. I have come to make you
strong. So--I have come to help you strip the Judas that has
stepped into your place,--the sham prodigal that has had the fatted
calf and the ring,--ah! ah!