He looked up into the darkness and waited. He would let her sleep a minute . . . there was little danger now. The city waited, over there, with its low lights; and the friendly night shut them in. Before the morning dawned he should bring her home--safe home. . . . A kind of simple pride held him, and his heart leaped a little to the stars and sang with them--as he squatted in the low grass, keeping guard.