Orders will be sent you in due time--not until General Clinton's army arrives, however." He looked at me pleasantly: "I have robbed you of the sleep most justly due you.

But I think perhaps you may not regret this conference.
Good-night, sir." I saluted and went out.

An orderly with a torch lighted me to my quarters.

Inside the bush-hut assigned to the Mohican and myself, the red torch-light flickered over the recumbent Sagamore, swathed in his blanket, motionless.

But even as I looked one of his eyes opened a little way, glimmering like a jewel in the ruddy darkness, then closed again.
So I stretched myself out in my blanket beside the Sagamore, and, thinking of Lois, fell presently into a sweet and dreamless sleep.
At six o'clock the morning gun awoke me with its startling and annoying thunder.