“Why, then, have we not seen the fire before? They would not light a beacon fire in the middle of the night.”
“It is not a fire, it is a lantern; I see it moving about.”
“Yes, indeed, it is a light which changes its position.”
“Now it is gone.”
“And it does not appear again; perhaps it was only an optical illusion.”
“No, there it is again.”
“And now it is gone again.”
And it remained so long invisible that we lost hope, and cowered over the embers of the last chips of the roller.
“Does not the Sahib hear something?”