"Oh, fiddlesticks! All this scare for a black nightmare," groaned Emma.
"Stop that racket!" commanded Hippy. "Is any one chasing you?"
"Ah—Ah doan know. Ah—Ah reckons de debbil hisself am chasing me. Ah—"
"Pull yourself together and tell us what happened to you," directed Grace as Lieutenant Wingate led the trembling lad up to them.
"He got me, he did."
"Who got you?" interjected Miss Briggs.
"Ah doan know. He kotched me an' Ah yelled—"
"He yelled? How unusual," muttered Emma.
"Den—den he put er hand ovah ma mouth an' gib me er clip on de haid," continued Washington excitedly. "Ah doan knows nothin' moah till Ah wakes up. Dey was talkin' 'bout dat time."
"Who was talking?" interrupted Hippy.