Slave! the port fire, quick.

I will give the signal.

Lo! What is up ?" A rattle of musketry rose on the still air of dawn, and an artillery man leaned over the low embrasure to see better into the intervening valley.
"Some one escaping," he said with a yawn, for he had been up half the night.

"Lo! he runs like a hare! But they will have him, for sure." "Quick," called Sumbal, "we will silence their noise.

The portfire, I say.