HEGAN. I won't sign them!
ANDREWS. Sir?
HEGAN. Never mind them.
GRIMES. [Springing to his feet.] Jim Hegan, you're mad! [TO ANDREWS.] Go out, will you? [ANDREWS exit.] Hegan, man... surely you don't mean this?
HEGAN. Yes... I'm sick of it!
GRIMES. But, man, think of the rest of us!... What are we to do?
HEGAN. You can buy just the same.
GRIMES. But without you? Why, we won't be able to corner Murdock! And if he gets out of this hole, it'll be worse than ever! There'll be hell to pay!
HEGAN. I don't care.
GRIMES. But, man, you've pledged yourself! Look at what Harris has done!... What excuse will you be able to make to him? And what will you tell Henry Stevens?