Thou shalt see it ere-long.

There is a sort of pigeon place on the face of the bastion where I will aim, and thou shalt see the splinters of it spin!" He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked piercingly into the shadows.

"'Tis too dark to see it yet, but so soon as it shows I will let fly, and then----" And then?
Roy, who had never stopped for a breath yet in his headlong race, was at that very moment rounding on the bastion, and looking up, saw what he had feared to see--a little figure bound hand and foot to a framework of wood that hung close to what Sumbal had called the pigeon place, seeming to form part of it.

The child was not crying.

Perhaps he was past that.
Perhaps he had never cried, but had taken this last and urgent danger as he had taken others, with grave dignity.
All we know is that he hung there on the wall, and that before his very eyes the light was growing in the east, and over in the hill battery a dozen men were sweating away to bring the "Thunder of God" into position.