"Are those your tents ?" he added, with a longing look at the soft blankets.
"Sure," replied Jimmie.

"Want to sleep?
Go to it then.

You're welcome." "You bet I will," said the drummer.
He started for one of the tents and then turned back.
"Did you see the wig-wagging awhile ago ?" he asked.
"Sure I did," was the reply.
"It was brief," said the officer in charge of the file, "but, still, long enough to convince me that we arrived here at the right time.
There is an army forming here, no one seems to know what for, and renegade Americans are mixing in the game.

The signals called for a gathering some distance above us." "That's the way I took it," observed Jimmie.

"They are calling the men together, I reckon, and there must be Americans in charge for they talk United States." "When you came up," began the officer, "did you observe the fellows near the bottom?
They seemed to me to be asking questions of the ones up above." "We saw no one except stragglers when we came up," was the reply.
"After the signals came, Ned Nestor and Frank Shaw went down there to see who they were, and they are down there yet, I guess.