"It doesn't seem possible he could, or would dare to try anything of the kind," Enoch replied in a whisper.
"He will dare, I have no question; but whether he can or not, while every officer and man in the army is eager to try conclusions with the Britishers, is another matter. I allow we shall have hot work to-morrow, boys, and if it so be, Enoch, that you pass anywhere near us, pull up to give the latest news, for you are likely to see a good bit of the engagement. Now, move on, my boy, for you have no right to loiter here when your orders were to return at once."
Seth and Jacob reached up to clasp their comrade's hands, for all knew they might never meet again in this world, but Greene cried sharply:
"None of that, lads; no bidding good-by to each other because we're on the eve of a battle. Say 'Godspeed,' and let Enoch go."
Thus was avoided that which might have unnerved all three for the time being, and Master Ball rode away through the darkness, feeling that he was of service to the cause even though he might not stand before the enemy with a musket in his hand.
It was nearly three o'clock when Enoch again entered the headquarters tent, and found General Washington still busily engaged with his writing.
Without waiting for questions he reported how, to the best of his observation, the order was received by the generals, but the commander-in-chief made no comment.
"Lie down again, boy, and sleep if you can. Wait! Has your horse been cared for?"
"No, sir, I left him just outside the tent."
"Then see that he is fed. You may not have another opportunity for some hours."