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. AUCTIONEER. [Looking at HILLCRIST] For nine thousand five hundred? [HILLCRIST shakes his head.] Once more. The Centry, Deepwater, for nine thousand five hundred. Once--[Taps] Twice--[Taps] [He pauses and looks again at HORNBLOWER and HILLCRIST] For the last time--at nine thousand five hundred. [Taps] [With a look towards the bidder] Mr. Smalley. Well! [With great satisfaction] That's that! No more to-day, gen'lemen. [The AUCTIONEER and SOLICITOR busy themselves. The room begins to empty.] MRS. H. Smalley? Smalley? Is that the Duke's agent? Jack! HILLCRIST. [Coming out of a sort of coma, after the excitement he has been going through] What! What! JILL. Oh, Dodo! How splendidly you stuck it! HILLCRIST. Phew! What a squeak! I was clean out of my depth. A mercy the Duke chipped in again. MRS. H. [Looking at ROLF and CHLOE, who are standing up as if about to go] Take care; they can hear you. Find DAWKER, Jack. [Below, the AUCTIONEER and SOLICITOR take up their papers, and move out Left.] [HILLCRIST stretches himself, standing up, as if to throw off the strain. The door behind is opened, and HORNBLOWER appears.] HORNBLOWER. Ye ran me up a pretty price. Ye bid very pluckily, Hillcrist. But ye didn't quite get my measure. HILLCRIST. Oh! It was my nine thousand the Duke capped. Thank God, the Centry's gone to a gentleman! HORNBLOWER. The Duke? [He laughs] No, the Gentry's not gone to a gentleman, nor to a fool. It's gone to me. HILLCRIST. What! HOUNBLOWER. I'm sorry for ye; ye're not fit to manage these things. Well, it's a monstrous price, and I've had to pay it because of your obstinacy. I shan't forget that when I come to build. HILLCRIST. D'you mean to say that bid was for you? HORNBLOWER. Of course I do. I told ye I was a bad man to be up against. Perhaps ye'll believe me now. HILLCRIST. A dastardly trick! HORNBLOWER. [With venom] What did ye call it--a skin game? Remember we're playin' a skin game, Hillcrist. HILLCRIST. [Clenching his fists] If we were younger men---- HORNBLOWER. Ay! 'Twouldn't Look pretty for us to be at fisticuffs. We'll leave the fightin' to the young ones. [He glances at ROLF and JILL; suddenly throwing out his finger at ROLF] No makin' up to that young woman! I've watched ye. And as for you, missy, you leave my boy alone. JILL. [With suppressed passion]
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