The scoundrel, Berger, had it concealed up his right sleeve.

Twice he rested his right hand on the parapet.

He flashed the lamp thrice each time, for Captain Prescott saw it.

Then the scoundrel stepped into the traverse, where he would be safe from the shell he had invoked from the enemy.

We have known that there was a spy or a traitor in this regiment, but we were unable to identify him.