Never a word he spoke. Stealthily creeping
Back from the door he drew. Quick! No delay!
Quick, quick, but very quiet!—backward peeping
Till fairly out of sight. Then shouting, leaping,
Shaking himself he ran—as puppies do
From bathing—till that door was out of view.
15
Another gate—and empty. In he went
And found a courtyard open to the sky
Amidst it dripped a fountain. Heavy scent