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. DOR. No indeed. I wonder how I can find Roger; ever since I overheard that plot, sleep has forsaken me. POLLY (_walking about, looking through trees_ R.). Some one is coming this way. (_Looks again._) And I really believe it is Major Potts. DOR. They say “Fortune favors the brave.” This is indeed a lucky find. (POLLY _beckons_; MAJOR _appears_.) POTTS. Why, Polly Primrose, what are you doing here? (_Sees_ DOR.) Miss Dorothy, have you lost your senses? In camp! How did you enter? DOR. Behold my disguise. (_Pulls veil over face; then lifts it._) I am Polly's antiquated aunt. She has cakes to sell. POLLY. Yes, do have one. (_Offers cakes._) POTTS (_taking one_). But what means this masquerading? DOR. I must see Roger, Pinky, and could think of no way but this. I must tell him of the plot I overheard. POTTS. I thought you were to leave that to me. Lost your faith in your old friend? DOR. (_taking his hand_). Don't think that for a moment. I could not remain at home. I did not dare tell Ruth, and I must tell my thoughts to some one; they were driving me frantic. Do find Roger for me—that's a dear fellow. 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.) BIJAH. Wal, I agree with the major. This is getting monotonous; my blood boils for excitement; even the sight of a pretty face wouldn't go bad. That reminds me. (_Takes picture out of pocket._) If I can't do that, there is no law to prevent me from looking at a pretty girl's picture; and “by gorry,” she is worth looking at. (_Kisses picture._) POLLY. Well, I never! Now, I should just like to know—_another_ girl, has he? I'll pay him well for that; deceiving me with his soft speeches.