And the sky was black too--all black.

Not a star, not a light anywhere.

Nothing outside that confounded boat and those two yapping before me like a couple of mean mongrels at a tree'd thief.

Yap! yap! 'What you doing here?
You're a fine sort! Too much of a bloomin' gentleman to put your hand to it.

Come out of your trance, did you?
To sneak in?
Did you ?' Yap! yap! 'You ain't fit to live!' Yap! yap! Two of them together trying to out-bark each other.