No one could tell where the toolbox was, and where the fireplace.

There was something very impressive to the child in the complete darkness.
At the head of his father's bed hung a great silver hunting watch.

It ticked loudly.

The boy listened to it, and began mechanically to count.
Tick--tick--one, two, three, four! He lost count presently, and only listened.

Tick--tick--tick--tick! It never waited; it went on inexorably; and every time it ticked a man died! He raised himself a little on his elbow and listened.