"Or was he only a dream ?" "Real enough, and so was his bread and bacon.

I'm hungry again," and we routed about for food, but found only a bottle with spirits in it, which we drank.
We sat there in the careless sloth that follows too great a strain, but feeling the strength grow as we sat.
"Is he safe ?" asked Le Marchant at last.

"Or has he gone to bring the soldiers on us?
And is it night or day ?" and he felt round with his foot till it came on the door and let in a bright gleam of daylight.
We crawled out into the sunshine and sat with our backs against the sods of the house, looking out over the great sweep of the flats.

It was like a sea whose tumbling waves had turned suddenly into earth and become fixed.

Here and there great green breakers stood up above the rest with bristling crests of wire grass, and the darker patches of tiny tangled shrubs and heather and the long black pools and ditches were like the shadows that dapple the sea.