"I wus gone after wahter, an' when them Injuns begun fer ter yell, I never dun nuthin' but just run, an' hid in the bush." "But you are wounded ?" He put a red hand to his face, touching it gingerly.
"I dun got racked with a branch; I wus thet skeered I just cudn't see nuthin', seh." "I understand.

What is your name ?" "Asa Hall." "Well, Asa, I suppose those were militiamen; you belonged to the company ?" He nodded, his eyes dull, his lips moving, as though it was an effort to talk.

Quite evidently whatever little intellect he had ever possessed, now refused to respond.

Kennedy broke in impatiently.
"It takes thet boy 'bout an hour fer ter tell enything, Cap," he explained gruffly.

"I reckon he's skeered half ter death in the furst place, an' then thar's sumthin' wrong with him enyhow.