“No, no! I’ll rouse you up the moment I hear them advancing. Rest all you can.”
“Thankye, sir,” said the man drowsily. “But you won’t go to sleep, sir? You must be dead tired yourself, sir, and it’s so dark it may tempt yer, sir.”
“You may trust me, Tom.”
“Course I may, sir. But I think if I was you I’d give the first luff another drink o’ water, sir.”
“I did a short time ago, Tom.”
“And I been thinking, sir, that if you could tie three or four sheets together and slide down ’em you might get hold o’ that ladder they put up again’ the window to swarm up.”
“I did, Tom, when you told me the last time.”
“Course you did, sir, and I forgot,” said the man drowsily. “But what’s that there?”
“What?” asked Murray, as he sat listening in the darkness, with his exhausted comrades lying about beside the barricaded window.
“That there,” whispered the man, pointing through the gloom over where a dark line was formed by a piece of furniture.