“It bean’t nothin’ o’ that Win want to speak ye about?”
“What is it, then? You seem, to know.”
“There be herself, Colonel. Her can tell you better’n me.”
He pointed to the Forest Amazon, who but a short distance below stood by the trunk of a tree, from behind which she had just stepped, Massey having passed without seeing her.
“Well, Mistress Winifred,” said the knight, when near enough to commence conversation, “my sergeant tells me you’ve something to say.”
“Only a word, your honour; an’ I be’s most feered to speak it, since it ant a pleasant one.”
“Out with it, anyhow.”
“Him be wounded.”
“Who?”
“The young officer as wor took at Hollymead—Captain Trevor.”