Angry watery clouds scurried across the heavens.
Dickson made a pillow of his waterproof, stretched himself on one of the bedsteads, and, so quiet was his conscience and so weary his body from the buffetings of the past days, was almost instantly asleep.

It seemed to him that he had scarcely closed his eyes when he was awakened by Dougal's hand pinching his shoulder.

He gathered that the moon was setting, for the room was pitchy dark.
"The three o' them is approachin' the kitchen door," whispered the Chieftain.

"I seen them from a spy-hole I made out o' a ventilator." "Is it barricaded ?" asked Heritage, who had apparently not been asleep.
"Aye, but I've thought o' a far better plan.

Why should we keep them out?
They'll be safer inside.