However, in this instance, as in many others of my experience, the
morrow took plenty of thought for itself. Indeed, before the dawn,
Hans, who never seemed really to sleep any more than a dog does, woke
me up with the ominous information that he heard a sound which he
thought was caused by the tramp of hundreds of marching men.
"Where?" I asked, after listening without avail--to look was useless,
for the night was dark as pitch.
He put his ear to the ground and said:
"There."
I put /my/ ear to the ground, but although my senses are fairly acute,
could hear nothing.
Then I sent for the sentries, but these, too, could hear nothing.
After this I gave the business up and went to sleep again.
However, as it proved, Hans was quite right; in such matters he
generally was right, for his senses were as keen as those of any wild
beast. At dawn I was once more awakened, this time by Mavovo, who
reported that we were being surrounded by a regiment, or regiments. I
rose and looked out through the mist.
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