“To be sure they do, boy. You don’t feel sleepy now?”
“No, not a bit. But I say, Serge, will there be more snow higher up the pass?”
“Most likely, boy; and I want to get at the job of fighting our way through it. We ought to be going on. Hallo! Hear that?”
“Yes. What does it mean?”
“It’s the reason why we with the horses are not pushed on. That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Afraid?”
“There, don’t take a man up short that way,” growled Serge. “I didn’t mean afraid; I meant expected. The enemy have attacked our men right up yonder in the front, and they’ve got us between them. Well, all the better. Something for us to do, and keep us warm.”
“But I was hoping that we might be pushed on now.”
“So was I, boy, but it won’t be yet,” growled Serge. “I say, don’t let your mouth get watering for the new bread and warm milk just yet.”
“No,” groaned Marcus, rather piteously.