No sound came.
"Gone out," said Heywood, gloomily.

"Or else they saw it." He climbed the bamboo scaffold, and stood looking over the wall.

Rudolph perched beside him,--by the same anxious, futile instinct of curiosity, for they could see nothing but the night and the burning stars.
"Gone out.

Underground again, Rudie, and try our first plan." Heywood turned to leap down.

"The Sword-Pen looks to set off his mine to-morrow morning." He clutched the wall in time to save himself, as the bamboo frame leapt underfoot.