M'Closky. Eight.
Thibo. Nine.
Omnes. Bravo!
M'Closky. Ten. It's no use, Squire.
Scud. Jacob M'Closky, you shan't have that girl. Now, take care what you do. Twelve thousand.
M'Closky. Shan't I! Fifteen thousand. Beat that any of ye.
Point. Fifteen thousand bid for the Octoroon.
Enter Dora, L. U. E.
Dora. Twenty thousand.
Omnes. Bravo!