Many long, long hours passed and sometimes he dozed or slept, but he did not go to the entrance.

The oil at last marked the final hour, and, taking up the lamp, he went back to the entrance.
Ned looked out and then gave a cry of joy.

It was broad daylight, but the army was gone, soldiers, horses, tents, everything.

The Calle de los Muertos was once more what its name meant.

Silence and desolation had regained the ruined city.