I ran forward on tip-toe.

A white flake fluttered to my feet.

I secured it and waited for one word; none came; but the window was softly shut.
I stood in doubt, the treacherous moonlight all over me now, and once more the window opened.
"Go quickly!" And again it was shut; next moment I was stealing close by the spot where I had knelt.

I saw within once more.
Harris nodded in his chair.

The nigger had disappeared.