The boy inclined his head towards him, and making a speaking-trumpet of his hand, replied, “Two men on horseback, on the white road.”
“At what distance from here?”
“Half a mile.”
“Are they moving?”
“They are standing still.”
“What else do you see?” asked the officer, after a momentary silence. “Look to the right.” The boy looked to the right.
Then he said: “Near the cemetery, among the trees, there is something glittering. It seems to be bayonets.”
“Do you see men?”
“No. They must be concealed in the grain.”
At that moment a sharp whiz of a bullet passed high up in the air, and died away in the distance, behind the house.