Mr. Achilles

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.