The one was confident, the other in despair.

And some time in the afternoon, worn out by the awful experiences of the last twelve hours, they fell asleep, their heads on their arms, the hay tickling their faces; and, with death stalking the lane beside them, slept soundly until after sundown.
When they awoke hunger awoke with them, and urged on La Tribe's mind the question of the missing egg.

It was not altogether the prick of appetite which troubled him, but regarding the hiding-place in which they lay as an ark of refuge providentially supplied, protected and victualled, he could not refrain from asking reverently what the deficiency meant.

It was not as if one hen only had appeared; as if no farther prospect had been extended.

But up to a certain point the message was clear.