Then it was withdrawn, a very faint rustling followed, and the listener felt that he was alone.
"Good luck go with him!" he muttered.

"I wonder whether he'll succeed ?" Leaning a little forward, he seemed to strain his ears to listen, though he felt that this was absurd, till all at once it struck him that he heard the soft sound of stealthy steps approaching from the other end of the wagon, and, creeping towards the sounds, he felt more than heard two men approaching, and as he got his head over the wagon-box he heard a whisper.
"Anson and the sentry!" he said to himself.

"The spy, come to find out whether we're safe.

Yes, that was Anson's whisper! Then we're done if he brings a lantern and finds me alone." He paused for a moment or two, asking himself what he should do; and then the idea came.
Subsiding into a reclining position, he suddenly gave his thigh a sharp slap and started as if the blow had roused him up.
"Don't go to sleep, stupid!" he said aloud.

"One can't sleep all these awful long nights! Oh dear me, this is precious dull work.