"You had better get to sleep, as soon as you can.

Of course, you have your blanket with you ?" "Yes, sergeant." Lisle rolled himself in his blanket and lay down, covering his face, as is the habit of all natives of India.

It was some time before he went to sleep.

The events of the day had been exciting, and he was overjoyed at finding that his plan had so far succeeded.
He was now one of the regiment and, unless something altogether unexpected happened, he was certain to take part in a stirring campaign.
While it was still dark, he was aroused by the sound of a bugle.
"The men told off to the baggage guard will at once proceed to pack the waggons," the sergeant said.
Lisle at once got up and put on his uniform, as did three other men in the tent.

The kits and baggage had already been packed, the night before; and the men of the guard, consisting of a half company, proceeded to the waggons.