"Yes," said Harry; "but by and by cold storms and rain will come, and frosty weather!"
"Well," said Lisette, "then we will think what to do next. But don't let us lose this afternoon, and these grapes, at any rate."
CHAPTER XLV. JEGAR SAHADUTHA.
At twelve o'clock, that night, Harry rose from the side of his sleeping wife, and looked out into the darkness. The belt of forest which surrounded them seemed a girdle of impenetrable blackness. But above, where the tree-tops fringed out against the sky, the heavens were seen of a deep, transparent violet, blazing with stars. He opened the door, and came out. All was so intensely still that even the rustle of a leaf could be heard. He stood listening. A low whistle seemed to come from a distant part of the underwood. He answered it. Soon a crackling was heard, and a sound of cautious, suppressed conversation. In a few moments a rustling was heard in the boughs overhead. Harry stepped under.
"Who is there?" he said.
"The camp of the Lord's judgment!" was the answer, and a dark form dropped on the ground.
"Hannibal?" said Harry.
"Yes, Hannibal!" said the voice.