Hark! Did you hear it?
The battle swells afresh, and it's not yet full day!" The roaring had not ceased, but out of the west rose a sound, louder yet, deep, rolling and heavy with menace.

It was the discharge of a great gun and it came from a point several miles away.
"We don't know who fired that," said Weber, "It may be French, English or German, but it's my opinion that we'll hear its like in our forest all day long, just as we did yesterday.

However, it shall not keep me from bathing my face in this brook." "Nor me either," said John.
The cold water refreshed and invigorated him, and as he stooped over the brook, he heard other cannon.

They seemed to him fairly to spring into action, and, in a few moments, the whole earth was roaring again with the huge volume of their fire.
Other prisoners, wounded and unwounded, awakened by the cannon, strolled down to the brook and dipped into its waters.
"I'd better slip back to my place beyond the hillock," said Weber.
"We're in two lots, we prisoners, and I belong in the other lot.

I don't think our guards have noticed our presence here, and it will be safer for me to return.