I could hear them kicking over the barrels and pulling up the rotten planking.

Then they came outside, and stood just below the dovecot arguing fiercely.

The servant with the bandage was being soundly rated.

I heard them fiddling with the door of the dovecote and for one horrid moment I fancied they were coming up.

Then they thought better of it, and went back to the house.
All that long blistering afternoon I lay baking on the rooftop.