Sleep was hopeless.

I rose while it was yet night, went out without paying, since the host was nowhere to be seen, and, in some danger from the fierce attacks of pariah dogs, found out the vault in which my horse was stabled.

Ten minutes later I was clear of the village, riding along a mountain side but dimly visible beneath the stars.

The path descended to a deep ravine, and rose again, up, up, interminably.

At length, upon the summit of a ridge, I felt the dawn.