Chapter 22 THE PRISONER AT THE BUNGALOW

So, exultant of heart, with front toward the bridges of

battle,

Sat they the whole night long, and the fires that they kindled

were many.

E'en as the stars in her train, with the moon as she walketh

in splendor,

Blaze forth bright in the heavens on nights when the welkin

is breathless,

Nights when the mountain peaks, their j