Only the sun had melted the fat of the little mutton chop, and it ran down upon the stones.
Then, the third time he bowed himself.

When at last he looked up, some ants had come to the meat on the altar.

He stood up and drove them away.
Then he put his hat on his hot curls, and sat in the shade.

He clasped his hands about his knees.

He sat to watch what would come to pass.