Then he stood still a long time, leaning against one of the wooden pillars and looking out.

Perhaps the moonlight falling through the stiff little trees upon the long grass and shrubbery reminded him of some scene familiar long ago.

He smiled quietly to himself as he stood there.
Three hours later he was there again, in almost exactly the same attitude.

He must have been cold, for the night breeze was stronger, and he wore only his light sleeping clothes and his feet were bare.

He shivered a little from time to time, and his face looked very white, for the moon was now high in the heavens and the light fell full upon him.
His right hand was tightly closed, as if it held some small object fast, and he was listening intently, first to the right, whence he had come, then to the left, and then he turned his ear towards the trees, through which the path led away towards the hut where the men slept.