They gave approving looks to the three trim youths, with the frank open faces, but said nothing and went on.

Harry heard their footsteps for a moment or two, and then the oppressive silence came again.
The same stillness endured for a long time, so long that the three began to believe nothing would happen.

Despite himself, Harry began to nod and he was forced to bring himself back to earth with a jerk.

Then he stretched a little and peered over the earthwork.

It was brighter now.
A fine moon rode high, and the sea was dusted with starshine.