"Pardon me," he said, "but is your name Winslow?"
Jed nodded. "Yes, sir," he replied, deliberately. "I guess likely 'tis."
"I have come here to see if you could let me have—"
Babbie interrupted him. Forgetting her manners in the excitement of the discovery which had just flashed upon her, she uttered an exclamation.
"Oh, Uncle Jed!" she exclaimed.
Jed, startled, turned toward her.
"Yes?" he asked, hastily. "What's the matter?"
"Don't you know? He—he's the nice officer one."
"Eh? The nice what? What are you talkin' about, Babbie?"
Babbie, now somewhat abashed and ashamed of her involuntary outburst, turned red and hesitated.