Gibbs. I will do my best, sir.
New. Good-night. (Gibbs salutes; New. exit.)
Pete (shaking). Golly, my hair just frozen stiff; bof my knees powerful confectionate. Dey's plotting mischief, dey is. An' if Pete don't keep bof eyes wide open, dere will be trouble in de camp. (Hides behind tree.)
(Enter Major and Bijah.)
Potts. Newcomb is about the camp. I fear mischief is brewing.
Bijah. I'd jest like to see the sport. I wonder who he is working this time.
Major (goes to Col.'s tent; salutes). All right for the night, colonel?
Col. (raising head from hand). Yes, major; good-night.
Major. Good-night. (Salutes.)
Bijah (looking through trees in flat, L.). Major, look there! I'll bet you a fiver, that's Newcomb.