Those who were awake recognized them, shook hands and said a few words.

They were a taciturn lot.

After supper Carstairs and Wharton dropped upon the grass and were soon sound asleep.

Scott was inclined to be wakeful and he walked along the edge of the glade, looking anxiously at the sleeping forms.
He saw the loom of a fire just beyond the ridge and going to the crest to look at it he beheld outlined before it a gigantic figure that he recognized at once.

It was General Vaugirard, and John would have been glad to speak to him, but he hesitated to approach a general.