"Yet you hid the cartridges."
"Believing, perhaps, that they would never be wanted," Grigosie answered. "I am full of strange thoughts and superstitions to-night, Captain, and cannot talk."
"It is the moon and the stars, Grigosie."
"Madmen's time, when everything is distorted," answered the lad.
"And lovers' time too, Grigosie."
"Which are you, madman or lover?"
"A little of both, I think," Ellerey answered.
"And below us death is waiting," said Grigosie.
"I don't think death is coming to us this time," replied Ellerey.
The boy did not answer. Several times during those watching hours Ellerey went to the head of the path, but Grigosie never spoke, never turned to him. His thoughts and superstitions occupied him; and with the light of day Ellerey noticed that there was something in his face which was new. He had changed during the night. Something—was it his courage?—seemed to have left him, but in its place there had come an addition to him, to his expression, almost to his character, Ellerey fancied. He watched the lad enter the tower, saw him cast himself wearily into his corner, and would have followed him had not Stefan detained him.