"And you, where will you be?"
"At the spot where you enter, ready to assist you."
"That's well. Now all is agreed and understood. You have nothing more to say to me?"
"Nothing."
"I am off, then."
"The sooner the better."
"You are always right. Guide me to the place I am to go out at; it is so cursedly dark, that I may lose my way, and tumble over some sleeping soldier, and that would not help our business at all."
"Give me your hand."
"Here it is."
The two men rose, and prepared to proceed to the place where the captain's emissary was to leave the camp; but, at the same moment, a shadow interposed itself between them, and a firm voice said;—