In the effort, swaddled as he was in the blanket, he rolled over in a helpless and ludicrous heap.
The sight of it touched McTaggart's risibilities, and he laughed.

He sat down with his back to the tree again and filled his pipe.
Baree did not take his eyes from McTaggart as he smoked.

He watched the man when the latter stretched himself out on the bare ground and went to sleep.

He listened, still later, to the man-monster's heinous snoring.

Again and again during the long night he struggled to free himself.