He did so and drew his chair away from the window, and I followed his example.
I was wrong about not being able to sleep. After a time I dozed off and, at Burroughs’ suggestion, lay down on a sofa close to him and went off into a sound sleep.
From a dream that I was being smothered I awoke to find a hand pressed tightly on my mouth.
“Hsh! Wake up. Something’s happening,” whispered Burroughs.
I looked round the room. It was almost dark, for the moonlight was no longer streaming through the window. I had evidently been asleep some hours.
Then Burroughs caught my sleeve and pulled it upwards. A sign to me to get up.
When I stood up he put his lips to my ear and whispered: “You stay this side of the window. I’ll go to the other.”
Without making a sound he crept away from me.
I stood listening intently, and presently bent down and peered cautiously at the window.
There was neither sign nor sound of anything.