He sat up and looked at the other three on their planks who were sleeping as if they would never wake any more.

A faint tint of dawn was appearing at the open flap of the door.

The four had lain down dressed fully, and Harry, as he sprang from his board, cried: "Up, boys, up! The army is about to move!" The three also sprang to their feet, and went outside.

Although the dawn was as yet faint, the army was awakening rapidly, or rather was being awakened.

The general himself appeared a moment later, dressed fully, the end of a lemon in his mouth, his face worn and haggard by incredible hardships, but his eyes full of the strength that comes from an unconquerable will.
He nodded to Harry, Dalton and the others.
"Five minutes for breakfast, gentlemen," he said, "and then join me on horseback, ready for the pursuit of the enemy!" The few words were like the effects of a galvanic battery on Harry.
Peculiarly susceptible to mental power, Jackson was always a stimulus to him.