There were Federal camps all round, and a shout from the negroes would send a hundred men in instant pursuit of him.

There was nothing for him to do but to wait for the end, and that end would assuredly come in the morning.

From time to time the door opened, and the negro sergeant looked in.

Apparently his ideas on the subject of discipline were no stricter than those of his men, for he made no remark as to their carelessness.

Presently, when he looked in, the four soldiers were standing at the window, watching a regiment passing by on its way to take its share of the work in the trenches.