The sentinel challenged, and Silent went forward and gave the countersign.
“Advance, friend, and give the countersign,” was the command.
He was stopped and challenged frequently, but having the countersign, had no difficulty in passing the sentries.
Every now and then, when challenged, she mechanically repeated the countersign.
He halted old Quicker-nor-that and demanded the countersign.
Going up to the sentinel, I told him who we were, and that we had not the countersign.
The party listened attentively, but failed to get the countersign, which was given in a whisper.
Their concluding words had evidently been some form of sign and countersign.
Then she remembered that by the merest chance in the world she knew the countersign for that night.
We had no countersign, but I immediately ran the boat ashore, and we landed.