"I have come up here to listen." "I expect he is through them before this," Wilson said confidently.

"I wish I could have gone with him; but of course it would not have been any good.

It is a beautiful night--isn't it, Miss Hannay ?--and there is scarcely any dew falling." "Now, you go off to your post in the corner, Wilson.

Your instructions are to listen for the slightest sound, and to assure us against the Sepoys creeping up to the walls.

We did not come up here to distract you from your duties, or to gossip." "There are Richards and another posted somewhere in the garden," Wilson said.