They are improving with their muskets.

Their shooting yesterday wasn't bad, by no means.
In three months' time, they will be as good a lot to handle as any of the companies of scouts." Besides the daily exercises, the company did scouting work at night, ten men being out, by turns, in the woods bordering the lake.

At one o'clock in the morning, on the 19th of March, Nat came into the officers' tent.
"Captain," he said, "get up.

There's something afoot." "What is it, Nat ?" James asked, as he threw off his rugs.
"It's the French, at least I don't see who else it can be.

It was my turn tonight to go round and look after our sentries.