While I was thus engaged he held forth on the virtues and charms of Heda, I making no comment.
"Lie down and get to sleep, if you can," I said when I had finished.

"The door is locked and I am going on to the stoep, so you needn't be afraid of the windows.

Good-night." I went out and sat myself down in such a position that by the light of the hanging lamp, which still burned, I could make sure that no one could approach either Heda's or my room without my seeing him.

For the rest, all my life I have been accustomed to night vigils, and the loaded revolver hung from my wrist by a loop of hide.

Moreover, never had I felt less sleepy.