I took my sword, and passed into the outer room.

Who were pushing the drawbridge out--my men?
If so, all was well.

My eye fell on the revolvers, and I seized one; and paused to listen in the doorway of the outer room.

To listen, say I?
Yes, and to get my breath: and I tore my shirt and twisted a strip of it round my bleeding arm; and stood listening again.

I would have given the world to hear Sapt's voice.