Aye, a jest wrought of gipsy magic. I wish you well, Master Washington, and I thank you for your hospitality.
FRONTIERSMAN'S VOICE
(calling from right).
Rowan!
RED ROWAN
(answering).
I'm coming, father. (To Washington.) Remember, Master Washington, that I told you.
[Exit Rowan, quickly and lightly.
WASHINGTON.
(smiling to himself).
Remember! Why, 'tis the merest jest.
CAREY
(from background).
Time's up, George! There's wondrous sport. Are you not coming?