On the contrary, Murtagh, in whose charge it was, threw on some fresh faggots.

They intended keeping it up through the night, not to scare away wild beasts, for, as already said, they had no fear of these; but because the atmosphere toward midnight usually became damp and chilly, and they would need the fire to keep them warm.
It was quite sunset by the time they had finished eating the roast hornbill, and as there is but little twilight under or near the equator, the darkness came down almost instantaneously.

By the light of the blazing faggots they picked the bones of the bird, and picked them clean.

But they had scarce dropped the drumsticks and other bones out of their fingers, when one and all fell violently sick.
A sensation of vertigo had been growing upon them, which, as soon as the meal was over, became nausea, and shortly after ended in vomiting.

It was natural they should feel alarmed.