"Dat am Miss Salina."
Carl asked no explanations. "Vimmen scream sometimes. Tell her she is not to scream. You get her handkersheaf. And do not say it is Shprowl."
"Who—what is it?" Salina inquired.
"Our Carl! don't ye know?" said Toby. "He's got one ob dem secesh he's knocked on de head."
"Has he killed him?"
"Part killed him, and part took him prisoner,—about six o' one and half a dozen o' tudder. He say you's specfully 'quested not to scream; and he wants your hank'cher."
"What does he want of it?"—giving it.
"Dat he best know hisself; but if my 'pinion am axed, I should say, to wipe de fellah's nose wiv."
Having delivered this profound judgment, Toby carried the handkerchief to Carl, who spread it over the wounded man's face.
"That prewents her seeing him, and prewents his seeing the vay to the cave."