“Yes.”
“Poor boy; in his present state of mind, I tremble for his safety.”
CHAPTER XVII.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
A little before sunset on the same afternoon as Mara was watching by the side of the wounded scout, Black Dinah entered the room and glancing cautiously around went up to her.
“Please, missus, come inter t’other room,” she whispered. “You’re wanted bad.”
The speaker was greatly agitated, and she rolled her eyes and pulled her apron and clasped and unclasped her hands in a way that told of more than she dared or could tell.
Mara hesitated.
“Be spry ’fore sojers see.”
Wondering what she could want, Mara followed her out of the room.
As they were allowed to go about the lower story of the house at liberty, the soldiers if they saw them thought nothing strange.