“No, no; let it be; it will soon be better. Go to sleep.”
“Han’ say no go sleep. Let’s go an’ try find de coon.”
“No, no; we are not at home now. We can’t go out of the fort.”
“Out ob de fort?”
“Well, outside of the big fence.”
Pomp gave a little laugh.
“Why, Pomp go over easy ’nuff.”
“But it’s against orders,” I said. “Here, I can’t sleep either. Let’s go and have a talk to the sentries.”
Pomp jumped up at once, and without waking the others, we walked slowly to the gate, where one of the sentries challenged us and let us go on, after recognising me, the man saying with a laugh—
“That anybody with you, sir?”