I counted them and found that there were fourteen, which, I reflected, was the exact number of our hunters, plus ourselves.

One of the hunters was engaged in feeding these fires with little bits of stick and handfuls of dried grass so as to keep them burning brightly.

The others sat round perfectly silent and watched with rapt attention.

Mavovo himself looked like a man who is asleep.

He was crouched on his haunches with his big head resting almost upon his knees.