Looking round, he saw another candle on the window-sill opposite.

He lighted it also, and mechanically tried to force the shutters of the window, but they were tight also.
Going to the door, which opened into the farmyard, he found it securely fastened.

Although he turned the lock, the door would not open.
Presently his attention was drawn by the glitter of something upon one of the crosspieces of timber halfway up the wall.

Going over, he examined it, and found it to be a broken bayonet--left there by a careless rebel.

Placing the steel again upon the ledge, he began walking up and down thoughtfully.
Presently he was seized with a fit of coughing.