“They have returned to barracks.”
“And the Colonel?”
“I saw him standing at the gate of his own house swearing like a madman at his ill-success.”
“So much the better,” said Death-wing, laughing hoarsely, “if he has been disappointed we shall not be. Come, follow me.”
With this command all the crew followed him silently, like so many shadows.
They approached the outer walls of the timber-built dwelling, and crept out of view.
They could hear the sounds of revelry within, and the tipsy chorus of unsuspecting drunkards.
“Now,” said Death-wing.
At the word of command he and his followers scaled the walls with the agility of monkeys.
The next moment they descended into the spacious court-yard.