Here, there, they developed, until twenty-nine of these strange, bubble-like things had burst above and all about the huge enclosure.

Then darkness and silence once more settled down.
Nothing seemed to have happened.

Night still reigned, starry with glimpses of sky through wind-swayed trees.

One would have said everything still remained precisely as it had been before.
Yet presently, within the stockade or near it, a certain uneasy _melange_ of sounds began to develop.

Here a cry became audible, there a command.