Rodney. No, it’s all true.
Martin. But, see here, I don’t want you disgraced—I——
Rodney. You told me never to come back to you for a nickel, and I won’t. I told you, too, that I wouldn’t snivel—well, I’m not going to. Good-bye, father——
Martin. Now, see here——
Rodney. Please, father, it’s up to me and nobody else, to get out of this. Please go. (He holds out his hand)
Martin. (Gently) Good-bye, son. (He shakes his hand. He exits)
(Rodney sits in chair dejected.)
Peale. (Coming down to Rodney) Now, see here, little boss——
Rodney. Peale, I’m sorry, but you’re fired.
Peale. (Coming over and putting hand on his shoulder) Say, little boss, you can’t fire me. I’m just going to stick around, whatever happens.