wheres for that spic ’n’ span cabin. She’ll have to be a pretty one, too, to match it. [He looks at his watch with exaggerated concern.] You ain’t got much time to find her, Dick.
Scott—[As the others smile—sulkily.] You kin go to thunder, Jim Mayo!
Andrew—[Comes forward from where he has been standing by the door, rear, brooding. His face is set in a look of grim determination.] You needn’t worry about that spare cabin, Uncle Dick, if you’ve a mind to take me in Robert’s place.
Robert—[Turning to him quickly.] Andy! [He sees at once the fixed resolve in his brother’s eyes, and realizes immediately the reason for it—in consternation.] Andy, you mustn’t!
Andrew—You’ve made your decision, Rob, and now I’ve made mine. You’re out of this, remember.
Robert [Hurt by his brother’s tone.] But Andy———
Andrew—Don’t interfere, Rob—that’s all I ask. [Turning to his uncle.] You haven’t answered my question, Uncle Dick.
Scott—[Clearing his throat, with an uneasy side glance at James Mayo who is staring at his elder son as if he thought he had suddenly gone mad.] O’ course, I’d be glad to have you, Andy.
Andrew—It’s settled then. I can pack the little I want to take in a few minutes.
Mrs. Mayo—Don’t be a fool, Dick. Andy’s only joking you. He wouldn’t go for anything.
