The other prisoners were asleep already.

He had not found any kindred minds among them, and, as they were apathetic, he had not talked with them much.

Now, he did not miss them at all as he lay on his blanket and watched the wavering lights of the camp.

It was still quite dark, with a moaning wind, but his experience of weather told him that the chance of rain was gone.

Far in the west, lightning flickered and low thunder grumbled there now and then, but in the camp everything was dry.