It would not be dawn for more than an hour; I knew Isaacs had made for the place where the tiger passed his days, certain that he would return near daybreak, according to all common probability.

He need not have gone so early, I thought.
However, it might be a long way off.

I lay still for a while, but it seemed very hot and close under the canvas.

I got up and threw a _caftan_ round me, drew a chair into the _connat_ and sat, or rather lay, down in the cool morning breeze.

Then I dozed again until Kiramat Ali woke me by pulling at my foot.