Peru -- History -- War of Independence, 1820-1829 -- Fiction
O'Brien shook his head, saying, "If the provisions would last, we might
stand here staring at each other till doomsday."
Darkness found the position unchanged, while numerous watch-fires
gleamed fitfully through the gloom.
"I wonder," said the colonel thoughtfully, "if Canterac intends keeping
his men there all night? Those fires may be just a blind; he's quite
equal to a dodge of that sort."
"Let me find out," said O'Brien.--"Crawford, do you feel in trim for a
stroll?"
"Oh, thanks! it's very kind of you to think of me."
"Don't mention it, my dear fellow! It's a weakness of mine to remember
my friends.--We'll be back in an hour, colonel.--Take off your sword,
Crawford; we must trust to our pistols. Are you ready? Come along,
then."
Passing our outposts, we began to climb warily, keeping a keen lookout,
and taking care to make no unnecessary noise. It was possible--indeed
I thought probable--that we should meet the enemy stealing down to
surprise our camp by a night attack. However, we kept steadily on our
way, and had nearly reached the outer ring of fires, when, clutching
O'Brien by the arm, I dragged him bodily to the ground.
"What's the matter?" he asked quietly.
"A sentry! Listen! He's talking to some one."
We lay quite still, trying to hear what was said; but in this we were
disappointed, and presently the two men separated, each walking slowly
in opposite directions.
"Now's our chance!" whispered O'Brien; and crawling on hands and knees,
we passed quietly between the two. Several yards away was a big fire,
and a number of men had gathered round it, where they could easily be
seen.
"Then they haven't bolted, after all!" said O'Brien, in surprise.
"It doesn't look like it; but don't let us be too sure. You stay in
this hollow while I investigate. You are not a good performer on
all-fours."
"No," said he, chuckling, and I was afraid that, in spite of our
danger, he would laugh aloud; "this is a sort of circus trick not
taught at our school. Can you judge where to find me again?"
"Easily, if they don't let the fires out;" and I crawled further into
the camp, and in the direction of a second fire. It looked very
comfortable, but no one was there to take advantage of it, and the
third and fourth I visited were equally deserted.
The trick was plain enough now. After lighting the fires, the three
battalions had marched off, leaving just sufficient men to tend them,
and to act as sentries. The sight of a soldier crossing the camp to
throw fresh fuel on one of the fires changed suspicion into certainty,
and I hastened back to O'Brien with my information.
"That's an old dodge," said he, "but a good one. It almost always pays
in this part of the world. Now let us get back and tell the colonel."
Cautiously we crawled back, waited nearly an hour for a favourable
chance to dodge the sentries, and then hurried down the pass.
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