Surely that was something else--that shapeless blotch of shadow, barely topping the line of bank! Was it ten feet away?
Or five?
He could not tell.

He stared; there was no movement, and yet his eyes began to discern dimly the outlines--the head and shoulders of a man! The Sergeant crept forward--an inch, two inches, a foot.

The figure did not stir.

Now he was sure the fellow's head was lying flat on the turf, oddly distorted by a feathered war bonnet.

The strange posture, the utter lack of movement, seemed proof that the tired warrior had fallen asleep on watch.