“Pomp did, but eye got blunt now. Why not go look for Injum?”
“I wish the General would let the boy go,” whispered Morgan. “He might be able to get in some news.”
“Pomp nebber see noting here. May Pomp go, Mass’ George?”
“Of course you can’t, boy,” said Morgan, shortly. “Go and ask the commanding officer, and see what he’d say to you.”
Pomp yawned, put his arms over the edge of the fence, after getting his feet into a couple of notches, and drawing himself up and resting his chin upon his fists, he stared out into the darkness.
“Here de Injum,” he said; and a thrill ran through me as I followed the boy’s pointing finger, but could see nothing.
“Can you, Morgan?”
“See? No!” he said, pettishly; “but you’d better go and give warning, sir.”
I hurried off, and found Colonel Preston with the General, who received my news, and word was passed round to the various sentries, while the colonel made for the reserves in the centre of the enclosure, where in utter silence every man seized his piece, and stood ready to march to the point threatened, while I guided the General to where Morgan was stationed.
“No, sir. Not seen anything, nor heard a sound,” said the latter, on being questioned. “It was this boy who saw them.”