Arm in arm, sleepwalking, they went forth,
Under the slant moon, and disappeared.
VI
Some whispers, like the wake of blowing leaves
When a swift body passes west, pursued them.
But Daniel never stirred.
Nor old Darius—
Neither did he listen as the sergeant
Swore, swelling the wrath in his red eyes
Till most of him was fire. “Follow him home,