“No,” I answered; “he thinks he sees them. His eyes are wonderful by night.”
“Well, mine are not, for I can see nothing or hear anything either.”
“Are you sure, Pomp?” I whispered.
“Yes; sure,” he said. “Big lot of Injum coming to fight.”
“Hadn’t you better give the alarm?” I said to the sentry.
“I can’t give the alarm till I’m certain there’s danger coming,” he said, rather sulkily. “I haven’t got eyes like a cat, and I don’t know that he can see them yet.”
I could not help sympathising with the man as he continued—
“’Spose I fire,” he said, “and the enemy don’t come on; nobody has seen them, and nice and stupid I should look.”
“But Pomp says he’s sure.”
“I’m not,” said the man, gruffly.