The boy caught one glance of a countenance pale with wrath and sleeplessness; of eyes that seemed to blaze at them through the window; then the blind fell.

He waited breathlessly for minute after minute.

Not a sound.
Furiously he stooped for more gravel, and flung it again and again.
For an age, as it seemed to him, no more notice was taken.

At last, there was an agitation in the blind, as though more than one person was behind it.

It was Hannah who lifted it again; but David thought he caught a motion of her arm as though she were holding some one else back.