Here, I say," he whispered eagerly, "how quiet they are! You don't think they're going to make a night attack--do you ?" "No," I said; "it's not likely.

What good could they do when they couldn't see to shoot ?" "None, of course.

It's not as if they were soldiers with bayonets.

The only thing they could do would be to stampede the horses." "What!" I whispered excitedly.

"Oh, I say, don't talk like that." "Only a bit of an idea that came into my head.