Mara went out to find Dinah.
She was in the kitchen and alone.
A few words explained all to the faithful servant, at least, all that was necessary to tell.
“’Deed I will, missus.”
“And you must keep out of sight as soon as I tell you to.”
“’Deed I will, missus. Is it fer yees to git away from ’em whurrible sojers?”
“Yes, Dinah. Be quick about it, only don’t let them see you.”
“’Deed I won’t, missus.”
Mara returned to the wounded scout while Dinah was getting the garments.
“Has he hit upon a plan?” he asked.