"The word going," I said.
"Have you a pencil?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Here, take this, and write the word going," he said, handing me a small blank-book.
On a leaf of the book I wrote the word, and my signature below.
Then the officer took another book from his pocket, and looked attentively at both books.
Then he said: "General, I think there is something in what he says. Better be careful of your advance."
And to me, "You must need rest and food; come with me, Mr. Berwick."
That night I slept in Dr. Khayme's tent.