Potts. That is easier said than done. He must keep out of the colonel's way, and that is his tent.
Dor. You have wits enough to manage that. Don't tell him who is here, leave that to me; I mean to give him a surprise.
Potts. Let a woman alone for keeping a secret. You will undeceive him in five minutes. I know enough of the fair sex for that.
Dor. If you were not Roger's best friend, I should say something that you would not like.
Potts. I fly to do your bidding. Don't empty your vial of pent-up wrath over my defenceless shoulders. I should not dare to look a pretty girl in the face for a week.
Dor. What a vacation the pretty girls would have! Come, do hurry, or the colonel will return and spoil everything.
Potts. Au revoir! (Salutes and exit past sentinel, who salutes.)
Dor. My heart is fluttering like an imprisoned butterfly. Hark! Polly, some one else is coming.
Polly (looking). Pity sakes alive! It's Bijah Bright; seat yourself on this log and don't speak. (Dor. covers face; seats herself on log; Polly draws hood together.)
(Enter Bijah, R.)