Bijah. Mind, you keep both eyes wide open. (Exit Bijah through trees.)
Pete. Deed I will, massa.
Potts. Pete, my boy, the colonel is one of my dearest friends. I promised his wife that I would take good care of him, but I may be called away at any moment. I commend him to your care. And remember, the trust is a sacred one. (Exit Potts.)
Pete (salutes; wipes eyes on sleeves, and stands looking after him). I'll do de bes I knows. Golly, 'specs I didn't jine de army for nuffin. (Goes into tent; brings out pail and exits R. through the trees for water. Enter Polly, wearing cloak and poke bonnet, with basket covered with napkin on arm, leading Dor., disguised as an old lady; bonnet with veil over face.)
Polly (out of breath). My gracious! thankful enough, I am, that we are out of sight of those horrid soldiers. One of them tried to kiss me. Ugh! it makes me shiver to think of it. Miss Dorothy, here we are at last.
Dor. (raising veil). Indeed, I am thankful too. I am so tired. (Looks about.) Where are we, Polly?
Polly. Right in camp, miss; see that tent? I wonder who lives there? Let's look in and find out. (Both enter tent.)
Dor. (takes picture in frame from table). Look, Polly, Mrs. Graham's picture. It must be the colonel's.
Polly. Pity sakes alive! so it is. He must not see us here.