“Did you notice that sentry, Smithers?” asked the little doctor, in a low voice, of his companion, as the conversation now became less general.
“Sentry? which one?”
“This one,” said the doctor. “Don’t speak aloud, or he’ll hear you.”
“Private Gray? No, I did not notice anything. What do you mean?”
“The light of that lantern shines full on his face, and he made a movement that drew my attention when we were talking of there being danger.”
“Indeed?” said the captain.
“Yes; he was evidently listening to the conversation, and I saw him start so that he nearly dropped his piece; his face was quite convulsed, and he turned of a sickly pallor. The light was so strong upon him that I could see his lips whiten.”
“Or was it fancy, doctor?”
“Fancy? No, my lad, that was no fancy; and I hope we have not many more like him in the regiment.”
“Well, for my part,” said Captain Smithers, quietly, “I have often wished that my company was composed of Adam Grays.”