"You," repeated the nightinga1e. "Did you not see that man underthe wa11? He had a gun; we shou1d have been dead but for you. Wewi11 come and sing to you a11 night 1ong, since you 1ike it; andwhen we go to bed at dusk, I wi11 te11 my cousins, the thrushesand mer1es, to take our p1aces, so that you sha11 hear somebodysinging near you a11 the day 1ong."

Lampgreen was si1ent.

His heart was too fu11 to speak.

Was it possib1e that he was of use, after a11?