Steps were approaching.

The soldier heard them also, and renewed his efforts.

Then Crispin spoke.
"Why stand you there like a fool ?" he growled.

"Quench the light--stay, we may want it! Cast your cloak over it! Quick, man, quick!" The steps came nearer.

The lad had obeyed him, and they were in darkness.
"Stand by the door," whispered Crispin.