CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE BATTLE OF THE GENERALS.
"They're coming down!" cried Alzura excitedly, rushing into our tent.
It wanted two hours to sunset; we had done nothing all day, and tired of watching the enemy on the opposite heights, most of us had gone to sleep.
Alzura's announcement woke us up, and running forward, we glanced eagerly at the hill, which a battalion of infantry was descending.
"Skirmishers, nothing more," said Plaza quietly. "They fancy we might attempt a night attack. Take my word for it, they won't be foolish enough to meet us on the plain."
"Unless they try a rush in the dark."
"That's just possible, but not probable; they're sure of us without that."
"There goes a battalion of our light infantry in extended order," remarked Cordova; "but there won't be any real fighting to-night. I'm going back to bed."
"A very sensible proceeding, too," exclaimed a genial voice; and turning round we beheld General Miller. "I should advise all of you not on duty to do the same," he added.