CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
SICK AFTER SUPPER.
It was near upon sundown when the roast fowl was taken from the spit, carved, and distributed among them.

The fire over which they had cooked it was close to the trunk of the tree under whose shade they intended to pass the night.

It was not the one they had chosen after being driven from the durion, but another, with far-spreading branches and green glossy leaves growing thickly upon them, which promised a better protection from the dews of the night.

They needed this, as they had not yet thought of erecting any other roof.

The only thing in the shape of shelter they had set up was the tarpaulin, spread awning fashion over four uprights, which held it at the four corners; but this was barely sufficient to furnish the two young people with a sleeping-place.
After removing the roast fowl from the spit, they had not permitted their fire to die out.