It was neither agreeable nor decent to watch, and I turned away.

I was feeling sick myself from the pressure of the Masai's knees in my stomach.

That, and the sun, and the long march, and hunger (for we had not stopped to eat a meal that day) combined in argument, and I hunted about for a soft place and a little shade.

It happened that Fred Oakes was watching me, although I did not know it.

He suspected sunstroke.
I saw a clump of rushes that gave shade enough.