But they were immovable.
Yet something must be done--something--something---- The thought of dawn was too dreadful.

The beautiful, calm, peaceful April dawn, shadowy grey! Just light enough to see the outline of the Bala Hissar, just light enough to begin upon the breach once more; but too dark to see what was in the line of fire.
Yes! Something must be done, and done swiftly.

Not four hours left before the eastern hills would begin to show dark against the coming of day..