From Nevada; or, The Lost Mine, A Drama in Three Acts by George M. (George Melville) Baker

How he sleeps! No wonder, poor devil! These miners are any thing but sociable, when the officers of the law are to be entertained. Every cabin shut against us. Fortunately old Vermont took himself off to-night; and I've taken possession, no doubt to be turned out on his return. This beard's mighty uncomfortable. ((Takes off beard, and lays it on table.)) (WIN-KYE: Ki, yi! Catchee man shabee click, no soapee, no lazor.) He little dreams who his captor is. Curse him! he stood between me and the dearest wish of my life; but I have him now. A rare streak of luck. I forged the check he bungled with. Like a fool, he cut and run. That was all right, for had he faced the music it might have been hot for me; but she, Agnes Fairlee, she, too, disappeared. I had risked all for nothing. But as Jerden, the detective, I have tracked him, and found her. Now let me get him away from here: she will follow, and then--((DICK moves.)) Ah! ((Hastily replaces beard.))

Jerden Monologue from Nevada; or, The Lost Mine, A Drama in Three Acts

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