He might come at any time into the ravine.

No, he must wait.

The next night, perhaps, but in any event he must remain a while.
Nor did he depart the next night either.

Instead, two or three days passed, and he was still in the house dug in the hillside, a guest and yet a captive.

The bombardment had gone on, his food was still brought to him by Miss Woodville, and once or twice Victor came, but Dick, as he was in honor bound, asked him no question about the armies.
The waiting, the loneliness and the suspense were terrible to one so young, and so ambitious.