We were crouching in the forks of a tree on the edge of the open space, and we did not dare run the risk of being discovered.
The Fire-Men squatted around the fire and slept with their heads bowed forward on their knees.

They did not sleep soundly.

Their ears twitched in their sleep, and they were restless.

Every little while one or another got up and threw more wood upon the fire.

About the circle of light in the forest, in the darkness beyond, roamed hunting animals.
Lop-Ear and I could tell them by their sounds.