Then he crept back to his place.

He put his head on his folded blanket and, although not intending it, fell asleep, despite the close air of the place.

But he awoke before it was dawn, and hastily sat up, ashamed.
When he saw in the dark that half the men were asleep he was ashamed no longer.

Bowie, who was standing by one of the doors, but sheltered from a shot, smiled at him.
"The sun will rise in a half hour, Ned," he said, "and you've waked up in time to hear the answer to your ringing of the bell.

Listen!" Ned strained his ears, and he heard a faint far sound, musical like his own call.