The boy leaned on his elbow and looked in the same direction.

He was puzzled by a fugitive something which he had seen in Trent's face.
Afterwards Trent liked sometimes to think that it was the sound of her name which had saved them all.

For, whereas his gaze had been idle at first, it became suddenly fixed and keen.

He stooped down and whispered something to the boy.

The word was passed along the line of sleeping men and one by one they dropped back into the deep-cut trench.