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           Andnowhereisenoughsaid;gangyoutoyoursleep,lad,andI’llwatch.”

           Accordingly,Ilaydowntosleep;alittlepeatyearthhaddriftedinbetweenthetopofthetworocks,andsomebrackengrewthere,tobeabedtome;thelastthingIheardwasstillthecryingoftheeagles.

           IdaresayitwouldbenineinthemorningwhenIwasroughlyawakened,andfoundAlan’shandpresseduponmymouth.

           “Wheesht!”hewhispered.“Yeweresnoring.”

           “Well,”saidI,surprisedathisanxiousanddarkface,“andwhynot?”

           Hepeeredovertheedgeoftherock,andsignedtometodothelike.

           Itwasnowhighday,cloudless,andveryhot.Thevalleywasasclearasinapicture.Abouthalfamileupthewaterwasacampofred-coats;abigfireblazedintheirmidst,atwhichsomewerecooking;andnearby,onthetopofarockaboutashighasours,therestoodasentry,withthesunsparklingonhisarms.Allthewaydownalongtheriver-sidewerepostedothersentries;hereneartogether,therewidelierscattered;someplantedlikethefirst,onplacesofcommand,someonthegroundlevelandmarchingandcounter-marching,soastomeethalf-way.Higheruptheglen,wherethegroundwasmoreopen,thechainofpostswascontinuedbyhorse-soldiers,whomwecouldseeinthedistanceridingtoandfro.Lowerdown,theinfantrycontinued;butasthestreamwassuddenlyswelledbytheconfluenceofaconsiderableburn,theyweremorewidelyset,andonlywatchedthefordsandstepping-stones.

           Itookbutonelookatthem,andduckedagainintomyplace.