The light grew, the hours dragged, they could not keep their eyes from the bar and the stone. They would talk to each other feverishly for a while and then, without intention, fall suddenly into a staring silence. Andrew found at last that he was talking to himself under breath. "Night," he was murmuring. "Night. Oh _lente, lente, currite, noctes equi_--" no, that was the wrong quotation, that asked night's coursers to slacken their pace. "What time do you suppose it is, Sebastian?" he said for the twentieth time. "We must have hours yet," said Sebastian. Andrew had expected the answer, but he sighed all the same. He looked at the bar again. To the eyes of both the crack in it had grown, all through the morning. Now it yawned--a blunt, metal mouth, insecurely stuffed with mud and straw. It seemed impossible that the stupidest of jailers should not detect it at a glance. "Sebastian, do you think if--" began Andrew, and stopped himself. He must keep his eyes from the bar--if he did not something would make him leap up and swing from it chattering like a monkey. For a moment he half-wished the corporal had seen the crack and suspected. Anything was better than this waiting. Then he made a sort of formless prayer to anything which might be listening not to pay the slightest attention to his wish. There were footsteps in the corridor--coming nearer. Andrew felt his body grow taut--glancing over at Sebastian he saw that he too was rigid. His wish had been granted. They were found out. They were coming to take them to some other cell, deep down, where even a file would be of no use. They were coming to hang them, now, while the light still held and the air was sweet. The door opened. The corporal was there with two other men. "You're wanted," he said, jerking his thumb at Andrew. "No--not you--him," as Sebastian started to rise. Andrew got up slowly, feeling sweat on his palms. Sebastian and he were to be separated--ironed perhaps. Either step would be fatal to both, now. Why hadn't they chanced it last night? "Who wants me?" he said, licking his mouth. "You're wanted," said the corporal, grinning. "Come on now--shake a leg." "_Adios, amigo_," murmured Andrew stiffly as he passed Sebastian. They touched hands. "Come on now," said the corporal impatiently, "Last Wills and Testaments not executed at this shop without longer notice." 5.