Enter Dollerclutch, R. 4 E., hurriedly.
Dol. [C.] Hold! If you shoot that man you commit murder! He is innocent!
Mor. [R. C.] What mean you?
Ralph. Will you allow this interference, Colonel?
Mor. Yes! God forbid that I should shoot an innocent man! [To Dollerclutch.] Your proofs!
Dol. My proofs are crushing! There is no murder! [Reginald pulls off handkerchief.] His wife lives. She is even now on her way to this camp!
Reg. Adrienne lives? Thanks be to God!
Mor. How do you know this?
Dol. I overtook her on the road on my way to camp. She was almost exhausted, and begged of me to run on and save Reginald from being shot for her murder. I did so, and here I am, just in the nick of time! By jingo, I feel so good, I could shake hands with the greatest scoundrel that ever breathed. [He shakes Ralph’s hand.]
Ralph. Colonel, you surely will not be imposed upon by that rascal’s concocted story?