"Indade in a minute, sir," she said, "I think. No, but you have changed. Perhaps it was the way you leaped the fince. Your hair, sir—what has happened it?"
"Mrs. Mack," said George, "I must speak quickly. I am here on dangerous business. If you see me anywhere you must not recognize me—until you see me in my uniform. Do you understand?"
"Shure," said the good woman. "Now I recall your face, you're a perfect stranger, sir."
George smiled. "Have you seen the deaf-and-dumb man who brought the money to me?"
"I do now and then. And shure he often asks fer ye."
"And what do you tell him?" asked George.
"That I hope ye're well," she responded.
"Now, Mrs. Mack, how can you do it?"
"And indade and with signs, and why not?" she asked, giving the same answer that she had once before. "P'r'aps I have promised not to tell."
"Well," was the response, "remember, would you know me now? I have to hasten."