"Who?"
"Nicholas a' Pymeut, pilot. An' he's got Princess Muckluck along."
"No," laughed the Colonel, following the Boy to the tent. "What's the Princess come for?"
"How should I know?"
"Didn't she say?"
"Didn't stop to hear."
"Reckon she was right glad to see you," chaffed the Colonel. "Hey? Wasn't she?"
"I—don't think she noticed I was there."
"What! you bolted?" No reply. "See here, what you doin'?"
"Packin' up."