Just you keep quiet unless I give ye a cry.

I've planned it a' out, and we're ready for them." Dougal disappeared, and Dickson and Heritage, with their boots tied round their necks by their laces, crept out to the upper landing.

The hall was impenetrably dark, but full of voices, for the wind was talking in the ceiling beams, and murmuring through the long passages.
The walls creaked and muttered and little bits of plaster fluttered down.

The noise was an advantage for the game of hide-and-seek they proposed to play, but it made it hard to detect the enemy's approach.
Dickson, in order to get properly wakened, adventured as far as the smoking-room.

It was black with night, but below the door of the adjacent room a faint line of light showed where the Princess's lamp was burning.