The people whom he passed either spoke not at all or spoke only in low tones.

They sat huddled in groups, waiting.

Fear was abroad that morning.

It was known that the brain of the defence was dying.

It was known, too, what cruel fate awaited those within the Fort, if those without ever forced the gates and burst in upon their victims.
Dewes found the Political Officer propped up on pillows on his camp-bed.
The door from the courtyard was open, and the morning light poured brightly into the room.
"Sit here, close to me, Dewes," said Luffe in a whisper, "and listen, for I am very tired." A smile came upon his face.