[Javacad-develop] My match, and I got my dose. It was during a misunders

[Sanchec <bo...@bi...>]

 of the muck to watch. But it was too dark to see anything. As for
sounds, there were none. The stillness was deathlike. True, there were
the usual night-sounds of the country--the whir of night-birds, the
buzzing of insects, the barking of distant dogs, the mellow lowing of
far-off kine --but these didn't seem to break the stillness, they only
intensified it, and added a grewsome melancholy to it into the bargain.
I presently gave up looking, the night shut down so black, but I kept my
ears strained to catch the least suspicious sound, for I judged I had
only to wait, and I shouldn't be disappointed. However, I had to wait a
long time. At last I caught what you may call in distinct glimpses of
sound dulled metallic sound. I pricked up my ears, then, and held my
breath, for this was the sort of thing I had been waiting for. This
sound thickened, and approached--from toward the north. Presently, I
heard it at my own level--the ridge-top of the opposite embankment, a
hundred feet or more away. Then I seemed to see a row of black dots
appear along that ridge--human heads? I couldn't tell; it mightn't be
anything at all; you can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is
out of focus. However, the question was soon settled. I heard that
metallic noise descending into the great ditch. It augmented fast, it
spread all along, and it unmistakably furnished me this fact: an armed
host was taking up its quarters in the ditch. Yes, these people were
arranging a little surprise party for us. We could expect entertainment
about dawn, possibly earlier. I groped my way back to the corral now; I
had seen enough. I went to the platform and signaled to turn the current
on to the two inner fences. Then I went into the cave, and found
everything satisfactory there--nobody awake but the working-watch. I
woke Clarence and told him the great ditch was filling