The owl hooted, and presently Wake descended lightly beside me; he must have known every foothold and handhold by heart to do the job in that inky blackness.

I remember that he asked no question of me, but he used language rare on the lips of conscientious objectors about the men who had lately been in the crevice.

We, who four hours earlier had been at death grips, now curled up on the hard floor like two tired dogs, and fell sound asleep.
* * * * * I woke to find Wake in a thundering bad temper.

The thing he remembered most about the night before was our scrap and the gross way I had insulted him.

I didn't blame him, for if any man had taken me for a German spy I would have been out for his blood, and it was no good explaining that he had given me grounds for suspicion.