Once they heard footsteps on the stone flags overhead. But the footsteps went away again, and then all was still. Soon they lost all count of time. They were only aware of heat and discomfort and fear and utter weariness.
One woman and an infant wept. One woman prayed aloud incessantly. The third woman—the menial, the worst educated and least enlightened of the three, according to the others' notion of it—stubbornly refused to admit that there was not some human means of rescue.
“If Bill were here,” she kept on grumbling, “Bill'd find a way!”
And in the darkness that surrounded her she felt that she could see Bill's face, as she remembered it—red-cheeked and clean-shaven—six years or more ago.
IX.
The blazing roof of the guardroom lit up even the crossroads for a while, and Brown and his men could see that for the present there was a good wide open space between them and the enemy. The firelight showed a tree not far from the crossroads, and since anything is cover to men who are surrounded and outnumbered, they made for that tree with one accord, and without a word from Brown.
“We've all the luck,” said Brown. “There's not a detachment of any other army in the world would walk straight on to a find like this!”
He held up one frayed end of a manila rope, that was wound around the tree-trunk. Some tethered ox had rendered them that service.
“Fifty feet of good manila, and a fakir that needs hanging! Anybody see the connection?”