Exit into the house.
Col. G. (following him) I mustn't lose sight of him.—Here he comes again, thank God!
Catches up a coat, and begins brushing it.
Re-enter GER.
Ger. I don't like to see you doing that.
Col. G. Why shouldn't I serve my own—superior, sir? Anything's better than serving yourself. And that's what every one does who won't serve other people.
Ger. You are right. And it's so cheap.
Col. G. And so nasty!
Ger. Right again, William!—Right indeed!—You're a gentleman! If there's anything I could help you in—anything gone wrong,—any friends offended—I'm not altogether without influence.
Col. G. (aside) He will vanquish me with my own weapons!
Ger. But you will go to Garibaldi with me?