MAYO. (_with a wink)_ Then there’s nothing to it but for you to get right out and hunt up a wife somewheres for that spick ’n’ span cabin. She’ll have to be a pretty one, too, to match it. (_He looks at his watch with exaggerated concern_) You ain’t got much time to find her, Dick. SCOTT. (_as the others smile--sulkily_) You kin go to thunder, Jim Mayo! ANDREW. (_comes forward from where he has been standing by the door, rear, brooding. His face is set in a look of grim determination_) You needn’t worry about that spare cabin, Uncle Dick, if you’ve a mind to take me in Robert’s place. ROBERT. (_turning to him quickly_) Andy! (_He sees at once the fixed resolve in his brother’s eyes, and realizes immediately the reason for it--in consternation_) Andy, you mustn’t! ANDREW. You’ve made your decision, Rob, and now I’ve made mine. You’re out of this, remember. ROBERT. (_hurt by his brother’s tone_) But Andy---- ANDREW. Don’t interfere, Rob--that’s all I ask. (_Turning to his uncle_) You haven’t answered my question, Uncle Dick. SCOTT. (_clearing his throat, with an uneasy side glance at_ JAMES MAYO _who is staring at his elder son as if he thought he had suddenly gone mad_) O’ course, I’d be glad to have you, Andy. ANDREW. It’s settled then. I can pack the little I want to take in a few minutes. MRS. MAYO. Don’t be a fool, Dick. Andy’s only joking you. SCOTT. (_disgruntedly_) It’s hard to tell who’s jokin’ and who’s not in this house. ANDREW. (_firmly_) I’m not joking, Uncle Dick. (_As_ SCOTT _looks at him uncertainly_) You needn’t be afraid I’ll go back on my word. ROBERT. (_hurt by the insinuation he feels in_ ANDREW’S _tone_) Andy! That isn’t fair! MAYO. (_frowning_) Seems to me this ain’t no subject to joke over--not for Andy. ANDREW. (_facing his father_) I agree with you, Pa, and I tell you again, once and for all, that I’ve made up my mind to go. MAYO. (_dumbfounded--unable to doubt the determination in_ ANDREW’S _voice--helplessly_) But why, son? Why? ANDREW. (_evasively_) I’ve always wanted to go. ROBERT. Andy! ANDREW. (_half angrily_) You shut up, Rob! (_Turning to his father again_) I didn’t ever mention it because as long as Rob was going I knew it was no use; but now Rob’s staying on here, there isn’t any reason for me not to go. MAYO. (_breathing hard_) No reason? Can you stand there and say that to me, Andrew? MRS. MAYO. (_hastily--seeing the gathering storm_) He doesn’t mean a word of it, James. MAYO. (_making a gesture to her to keep silence_) Let me talk, Katey. (_In a more kindly tone_) What’s come over you so sudden, Andy? You know’s well as I do that it wouldn’t be fair o’ you to run off at a moment’s notice right now when we’re up to our necks in hard work. ANDREW. (_avoiding his eyes_) Rob’ll hold his end up as soon as he learns. MAYO. Robert was never cut out for a farmer, and you was. ANDREW. You can easily get a man to do my work.