The clock in the tower room ticked on to nine and then to ten.

Still Seth sat, a huddled, dazed figure in the camp chair, by the great lantern.

At last he rose and went out on the iron balcony.
He looked down at the buildings below him; they were black shapes without a glimmer.

Brown had evidently gone to bed.

In the little stable Joshua thumped the side of his stall once or twice--dreaming, perhaps, that he was again pursued by the fly-papered Job--and subsided.