His leg was now hurting him so much that he could proceed no farther so, turning off, he mounted the hills and lay down among the rocks, where there was little chance of his being discovered.
Here he dozed till morning.

When he took the rope, he had thrust several handfuls of grain into his pocket; and this he had tied up in the skirt of his garment, when he started.

He now munched some of it, and lay, watching the mouth of the gorge below.
Two hours after daybreak, he saw a small party of tribesmen come hurrying up through the gorge.

They did not stop, but kept on their course, evidently supposing that he had pushed on to join the British camp.

All day he lay hidden and, before dark, he saw the men come back again.