Amos Green threw himself down in the straw, with his hands in his pockets, and De Catinat leaned sulkily against the wall, waiting for whatever might come to him.
Five minutes passed, however, and yet another five minutes, without anyone appearing.

The hubbub in the courtyard continued, but there was no sound in the corridor which led to their cell.
"Well, I'll have that bar out, after all," said the American at last, rising and stepping over to the window.

"Anyhow, we'll see what all this caterwauling is about." He climbed up on his pegs as he spoke, and peeped out.
"Come up!" he cried excitedly to his comrade.

"They've got some other game going on here, and they are all a deal too busy to bother their heads about us." De Catinat clambered up beside him, and the two stood staring down into the courtyard.

A brazier had been lit at each corner, and the place was thronged with men, many of whom carried torches.