Our sentinels are posted along here for miles." The sound of the bugle continued faint and far away.

It had a certain weird effect in the night and the loneliness.

Harry wished to know who they were at that far campfire.

His own cousin, Dick Mason, might be there.
"Although we're arrayed for war," said St.Clair, "the sentinels are often friendly.

They even exchange plugs of tobacco and news.