Without attracting attention, or starting any camp rumor, we passed, two by two, out beyond the pickets, and made rendezvous on the bank of the river.

It was a dark night.

As soon as the sergeant reported all were present, I led the way up stream for perhaps a mile until we came to the mouth of the ravine.

Here I called them around me, barely able to distinguish the dim figures, although within arm's length, explained my plans and gave strict orders.
As I ceased speaking I could plainly hear their suppressed breathing, so deathly still was the night.
"If any man has a question, ask it now." No one spoke, although several moved uneasily, too nervous to remain still.
"Le Gaire, here, will go first, as he knows the way, and I will follow him; the rest drop in in single file, with the sergeant at the rear.
Keep close enough to distinguish the man in front, and be careful where you put your feet.

No noise, not a word spoken unless I pass back an order; then give it to the next man in a whisper.