“Getting quite tidy again, arn’t you, sir!” he said, in a hoarse whisper.
“Yes, quite strong; and you?”
“Never better, sir; only wind feels a little short sometimes, and I gets too hot too soon.”
“You didn’t come to tell me that, Samson.”
“No, sir; I come to tell you there’s news in the camp.”
“What of?—a movement?”
“Yes, sir; that’s it.”
“Do you know where we’re going next!”
“No, sir; do you?”
“No, Samson; and I should say that is the general’s secret. We shall know when we get there.”