Tents stretched in all directions and fires were numerous, dotting the fields like stars.

There were no woods here; it was open country again.

To the left Fred caught a glimpse of the silver sheen of a river reflecting the starlight.
"How far are you going to take me ?" asked Fred.
"To headquarters.

We have less than half a mile to ride now.

The general will be glad to see you." The Russian chuckled, and there seemed to be a hidden meaning in his laugh.