In ten hours the work was accomplished.
It was nightfall now, and I withdrew my pickets.

The one who had had the northern outlook reported a camp in sight, but visible with the glass only.

He also reported that a few knights had been feeling their way toward us, and had driven some cattle across our lines, but that the knights themselves had not come very near.
That was what I had been expecting.

They were feeling us, you see; they wanted to know if we were going to play that red terror on them again.

They would grow bolder in the night, perhaps.
I believed I knew what project they would attempt, because it was plainly the thing I would attempt myself if I were in their places and as ignorant as they were.