Their going made me happy; I sighed in contentment; and everything became as though it were not.
Yet I had one more vision, breaking suddenly across my unconsciousness.
A bold, rich voice rang out, "By God, I will!" "No, no," cried another.

Then, "What's that ?" There was a rush of feet, the cries of men who met in anger or excitement, the crack of a shot and of another quickly following, oaths, and scuffling.

Then came the sound of feet flying.

I could not make it out; I grew weary with the puzzle of it.

Would they not be quiet?
Quiet was what I wanted.