“As I watched it, Master George, it seemed to me as if there was some one moving about it. I’m sure I saw men against the sky.”
“Why, Morgan,” I said, “what you see is those tall, thin cypress trees standing up at the ends. They do look something like people, but they would be folks twenty feet high.”
“Nonsense, sir! Look again.”
I did look again, and, very dimly-seen against the sky, I fancied I could see something moving, and I had no doubt now about its being the colonel’s house, for it was the only one standing on raised ground.
“Well,” whispered Morgan, “what do you make of it now?”
“Nothing. One’s eyes get dizzy and misty with looking so long. I believe it is only fancy.”
Morgan gazed long and eagerly for quite a minute before he said in a low, excited whisper—
“Then fancy’s precious busy to-night, Master George. I got to be wonderful powerful in the sight during the wars, being out on vidette duty. I say there’s something wrong there.”
I looked again, but I could not distinguish anything, and I said so.
“Look here, sir,” whispered Morgan, “I don’t like to give an alarm for nothing, but I can’t rest over this. Will you ask the captain to come?”