A large number of boats had been collected for their transportation, but the river itself was in a most unpromising condition, full of great cakes of ice which the swift current kept churning and grinding against each other.
The general surveyed the scene in silence, as his staff and the general officers gathered about him.
"There is something moving in the river, general," suddenly said Seymour, pointing, his practised eye detecting a dark object among the cakes of ice.

"It is a boat, sir!" "Ah," replied the general, "you have sharp eyes.

Where is it ?" "There, sir, coming nearer every minute; there is a man in it." "I see now.

So there is.

Who can it be ?" "Probably it is Lieutenant Martin," remarked General Greene, quietly.
"You know you sent him back." "Oh, so I did," replied the general, nodding sternly at the recollection.