But which he must try depended upon the position of the men inside and that of their weapons.
Rising silently, Wade stepped up to the wall and peeped through a chink between the logs.

The sunshine streamed through windows and door.

Jack Belllounds sat on the ground, full in its light, back to the wall.

He was in his shirt-sleeves.

The gambling fever and the grievous soreness of a loser shone upon his pale face.