He thought at first that she had heard him, but he soon found that he was mistaken.

Still, the fear of discovery held him there on all fours, like a chained animal.

A dull red gleam, faint and dull, from the embers of the fire, was the sole light in the room.

Everything so common to his eyes in the daylight seemed now strange and eerie in the dying coals, and at what was to the boy the unearthly hour of the night.
He felt that he ought not to listen to grannie, but terror made him unable to move.
'Och hone! och hone!' said grannie from the bed.

'I've a sair, sair hert.