'He HAS waked up,' Alice said. 'Oh, I know he has. Of course
there is a door for him to get out by when he wakes. He'll come up
here. I know he will.'

Dicky said, and his voice was not at all firm (I noticed that at
the time), 'It doesn't matter, if he's ALIVE.'

'Unless he's come to life a raving lunatic,' Noel said, and we all
stood with our eyes on the doorway of the turret--and held our
breath to hear.

But there was no more noise.

Then Oswald said--and nobody ever put it in the Golden Deed book,
though they own that it was brave and noble of him--he said--

'Perhaps it was only the wind blowing one of the doors to. I'll go
down and see, if you will, Dick.'

Dicky only said--

'The wind doesn't shoot bolts.'

'A bolt from the blue,' said Denny to himself, looking up at the
sky. His father is a sub-editor. He had gone very red, and he was
holding on to Alice's hand. Suddenly he stood up quite straight
and said--

'I'm not afraid. I'll go and see.'