True, it was not the most comfortable place to sleep in, the howdah; there were ceaseless rollings from side to side, intermingled with spine racking bumps forward, as the elephant occasionally hastened his stride.

Kathlyn succeeded in stealing from the god of sleep only cat naps.

Often the cold would awaken her, and she would find that Bruce had been bracing her by extending his arm across the howdah and gripping the rail.
"You mustn't do that," she protested feebly.

"You will be dead in the morning." "You might fall out." "Then I shan't go to sleep again till the journey ends.

You have been so good and kind to me!" "Nonsense!" They came out into the scrub jungle, and the moonlight lay magically over all things.