A third, barefooted, and in garments dingy as the night, and armed only with a knife, crept softly toward the entrance of the cave.

There he stopped and listened.

He could plainly hear the breathing of the sleepers.

He tried to separate these sounds one from another, so that he should be able to determine how many persons were sleeping inside, but this he could not do.

Then his cat-like eyes, becoming more and more accustomed to the darkness within the entrance, saw the round head of Maka close upon the ground.
The soul of the listening fiend laughed within him.