Let this good fellow turn in at the guard tent.

I will talk to him in the morning.

Good night!" The midshipman kept his eyes anxiously on the dim light that could be faintly seen through the tent.

If the general missed the paper, he might guess that it had been taken by the fugitives, and might order an instant search of the camp.

He gave a sigh of relief, when he saw the light disappear the moment the French officer had entered the tent, and then crawled away through the camp..