"How, Ned, how?"

"I don't know yet, Dick; but we must wait and see; anyhow, we will try.
There goes the bugle for a halt. I expect they have done their day's
march. Come on, Dick; we must get out of this. When they have once pitched
their tents they will scatter about, and, as likely as not, some will come
into this wood. Let us get further back, so as to be able to see them
pitch their tents, and watch, if we can, where they put the prisoners."

The regiment piled arms, and waited until the bullock-carts came up with
the tents. These were taken out and pitched on the other side of the road,
and facing the wood. The ground being marked out, the men were told off to
their quarters, and the poles of the tents aligned with as much regularity
and exactness as could have been used when the regiment possessed its
white officers.

Near the quarter-guard tent--that is, the tent of the men engaged upon
actual duty--a small square tent was erected; and into this the three
officers, who were handcuffed, were thrust; and two sentries, one in
front, the other at the back of the tent, were placed.

"Now, Dick, we know all about it; let us get further away, and talk over
how it is to be managed."

The task was one of extreme difficulty, and the boys were a long time
arranging the details. Had there been but one sentry, the matter would
have been easy enough: but with two sentries, and with the quarter guard
close at hand, it seemed at first as if no possible scheme could be hit
upon. The sentry at the back of the tent must be the one to be disposed
of, and this must be done so noiselessly as not to alarm the man in front.