He looked frequently in the direction of the distant chateau.

An anxious gleam came into his eyes--was it of despair?
A hundred men were shouting, but no one seemed to have the courage to break over the line that he had drawn.

Knives slipped from many sashes; Von Blitz was screaming with insane laughter, pointing his finger at the discredited American.

While they shouted and cursed, his gaze never left the cleft in the hills.

He did not attempt to cry them down; the effort would have been in vain.