11/12 Then a whisper from the crags: "I can't see you. What are you doing ?" "Watching!" "Sleeps he ?" "He sleeps!" "Soundly ?" "Soundly." "After the manner of the dead ?" "After the fashion of the dead!" The last tremor had ceased. Pedro rose as Wiles descended. "Shall we leave him here ?" "A drunken imbecile,--why not ?" Wiles turned his left eye on the speaker. They chanced to be standing nearly in the same attitude they had stood the preceding night. |