Miss Prescott was dumbfounded to hear her lover spoken of in this manner.
"Why, what do you mean, my friend? Why do you speak of him in that manner?"
"He jumped down out of a tree on top of mine head, and nearly mashed it down lower dan my shoulders. Den he rolled round, kicked up his heels and laughed at me."
"Of whom are you speaking? Lieutenant Can—"
"A big nigger dat called himself Cato."
"Oh, I thought—" and the embarrassed girl covered her face to hide her confusion and disappointment.
"See'd him too," said Hans, pleasantly.
"Who?"
"Lieutenant Canfield," he whispered.
"Where is he? what did he say? when shall I see him? Oh! do not keep me in suspense."