Thus much said Gewar; and Hother was not slow to carry out his instructions.

Planting his tent in the manner aforesaid, he passed the nights in anxieties and the days in hunting.

But through either season he remained very wakeful and sleepless, allotting the divisions of night and day so as to devote the one to reflection on events, and to spend the other in providing food for his body.

Once as he watched all night, his spirit was drooping and dazed with anxiety, when the Satyr cast a shadow on his tent.

Aiming a spear at him, he brought him down with the blow, stopped him, and bound him, while he could not make his escape.