I need say no more.
I lay with my head in the shadow, but by moving little by little, with sleepy grunts of dissatisfaction, I brought my face far enough round to see through the straw the window at the far end of the passage, which, as I had discovered upon our first coming, opened out upon a ravine running at right angles to the street by which we had come.
Presently I could see the lattice move noiselessly, and a white face appeared with a boy's blow-gun of pierced bore-tree at its lips.
"Alas!" said I to myself, "that I had had these soldiers' skill of the knife throwing.

I would have marked that gentleman." But I had not even a bow--only my sword and dagger.

I resolved to begin to learn the practice of pistol and cross-bow on the morrow.
"_Plap! Scat!_" The aim was good this time.

We were in darkness.

I listened the barest fragment of a moment.