Sleep, however, was out of the question, for when he slept he might have fallen from his seat in the crotch of the tree.

Occasionally, however, he dozed off, waking up always with an uncomfortable start, and a feeling that he had just saved himself from falling.

With the earliest dawn of morn he descended, stiff and weary, from the tree.

Directly the sun rose he set off walking.

He knew at least that he was to the south of the camp, and that by keeping the sun on his right hand till it reached the zenith he must get in time to the little stream on which it was pitched.