"You might 'a' startled me. It's mortal quiet."
"No one round?" inquired Captain White, in his easy manner.
"Nobody but a man."
"Been here long?"
"Nigh on fifteen minutes."
"A stranger?"
"Yes, powerful fleshy,—more fleshy than I be," and she again fell into a reverie.
"Can you give me some warm water?" he asked, pulling the bandage off one of his scratched hands.
"You've been a-ripping of yourself," she said, with stupid interest.
"Yes; why don't you ask how it happened?"