Odysseus.
Mind—in that shade—the watchers of the camp.
Diomede.
I keep in shadow, but I am staring hard.
Odysseus.
Thou know'st the watchword, if we stir some guard?
Phoebus. 'Twas the last sign that Dolon gave.
[They creep forward in silence to the entrance of Hector's tent.
Odysseus.