en, NO coyote. Whoever he is,
he must be strong. He has most plausible evidences. We must have rigid
proofs. I will go with you to Poker Flat. There is one man, if he be
living, knows me better than any man who lives. He has done me wrong,--a
great wrong, Concho,--but I will forgive him. I will do more,--I will
ask his forgiveness. He will be a witness no man dare gainsay--my
partner--God help him and forgive him as I do!--John Oakhurst.

Concho. Oakhurst your partner!

Sandy (angrily). Yes. Look ye, Concho, he has wronged me in a private
way: that is MY business, not YOURS; but he was MY partner, no one shall
abuse him before me.

Concho. Be it so. Then sink here! Rot here! Go back to your husks, O
prodigal! wallow in the ditches of this camp, and see your birthright
sold for a dram of aguardiente! Lie here, dog and coyote that you are,
with your mistress under the protection of your destroyer! For I tell
you--I, Concho, the cripple--that the man who struck me down, the man
who stepped into your birthright, the man who to-morrow welcomes your
sweetheart in his arms, who holds the custody of your child, is your
partner,--John Oakhurst.

Sandy (who has been sinking under CONCHO'S words, rising convulsively to
his feet). God be merciful to me a sinner! (Faints.)

Concho (standing over his prostrate body exultingly). I am right. You
are wise, Concho, you are wise! You have found Alexander Morton!

Hop Sing (advancing slowly to SANDY'S side, and extending open palm).
Me washee shirt flo you, flowty dozen hab. You no payee me. Me wantee
twenty dollar hep. Sabe!

Curtain.

END OF ACT II.

ACT III.

SCENE 1.--The bank parlor of Morton & Son, San Francisco. Room richly
furnished; two square library desks, left and right. At right, safe in
wall; at left, same with practicable doors. Folding door in flat C.,
leading to counting-room. Door in left to private room of ALEXANDER
MORTON, sen.; door in right to private room of MORTON, jun. ALEXANDER
MORTON, sen., discovered at desk R., opening and reading letters.

Morton, sen. (laying down letter). Well, well, the usual story; letters
from all sorts of people, who have done or intend to do all sorts of
things for my reclaimed prodigal. (Reads.) "Dear Sir: five years ago
I loaned some money to a stranger who answers the description of your
recovered son. He will remember Jim Parker,--Limping Jim, of Poker Flat.
Being at present short of funds, please send twenty d