Lay low, everybody; I'll be back before daybreak.

This time I'm a-goin' to find out something sure or know the reason why.

I'm gettin' tired of this business.

Never know what minute the jig's up, nor when the balloon busts." Again he stole forth into the night, leaving his companions more or less uneasy as to the result, after the startling events of the afternoon.
Hour after hour passed, and with every minute therein, Rosalie's ears strained themselves to catch the first sound of approaching rescuers.
Her spirits fell, but her hopes were high.

She felt sure that the men outside had seen her face and that at last they had discovered the place in which she was kept.