Bijah. Don't blacken your soul with another lie. (Holds up papers.) I hold the trump card.
(Enter Polly.)
Polly. Two gentlemen are at the door.
Bijah. Yes; friends of Mr. Newcomb. Colonel, shall we not bid him good-evening?
Col. Newcomb, leave my house; and may you never enter it again.
Bijah. No fear of that. He has two accounts to settle. (New. glares at Bijah; bows to Ruth, and exit.)
Roger (holding out hand to Bijah). Bijah, how much I have to thank you for!
Col. Mr. Bright, you have done your work well. I have seen your bravery on the battlefield, your honor and loyalty here. Your country may well be proud of you.
Bijah (salutes). Thank you, colonel. If I could only hear Polly say that.