Then, machete in hand, he looked over the edge of the pyramid.

There was some noise in the camp, but most of the soldiers seemed to be at rest.

Lights flickered here and there, and the ruined city, showing only in fragments through the darkness, looked more ghostly and mournful than ever.
Ned waited a long time.

Drops of rain began to fall, and the wind moaned with an almost human note around the pyramids and old walls.

The rain increased a little, but it never fell in abundance.