“Your countersign!” a sentry[11]
Call’d out; and Barton said:
“Have none to-night”;—his tone was light—
“Have here deserters fled?”
“Ah, from the boats?” the guard said.
“Yes,” Barton hiss’d, “from one!”
But as he hiss’d he clutch’d, nor miss’d,
The sentry’s throat and gun.
The sentry gasp’d and gave it;
Lay gunless, gagg’d, and bound.