Who knows?
Now, I sleep." Bruce and Ramabai had no difficulty in passing the guards.

The white hunter was free to come and go, and the sleepy soldiers saw the water skin which Ramabai threw carelessly over his head.

They sat down against the wall again and replenished the dung fire.

Bruce and Ramabai wisely made a wide detour to the peepul tree, which they climbed, disturbing the apes and the parrakeets.
Somewhere near eight o'clock they heard the creaking of wheels and a murmur of voices.

Shortly into their range of vision drew a pair of bullocks, pulling a tiger trap toward the clearing.