Old Samson was listening at the entrance of the cave.  He had, I found, the means of barricading it with stout timbers, so that no foes could force their way in without paying dearly for the attempt.  I rose from the bunk, intending to join him, but he told me to lie quiet.  I obeyed, and was soon asleep; and when I again awoke daylight was streaming through the entrance.  I looked round, but Samson was not to be seen.