"Repent then, miserable sinners, whilst yet--" He broke off abruptly, awaking out of his religious zeal to a sense of strangeness at the darkness and the absence of the sentry, which hitherto he had not remarked.
"What hath--" he began.

Then Galliard heard a gasp, followed by the noise of a fall, and two struggling men came rolling across the chamber floor.
"Bravely done, boy!" he cried, almost mirthfully.

"Cling to him, Kenneth; cling to him a second yet!" He leapt from the bed, and guided by the faint light coming through the door, he sprang across the intervening space and softly closed it.
Then he groped his way along the wall to the spot where he had seen the lanthorn stand when Kenneth had flung his cloak over it.

As he went, the two striving men came up against him.
"Hold fast, lad," he cried, encouraging Kenneth, "hold him yet a moment, and I will relieve you!" He reached the lanthorn at last, and pulling aside the cloak, he lifted the light and set it upon the table..