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and many of Lazenby’s soup squares, together with a 
supply of biscuits. We had water too in a bottle on 
Clarence’s saddle, so, filling the cup carefully, I stuck 
it into the glowing embers. When it boiled in went 
my compressed tablet of ox-tail, and, after stirring it 
all with a stick, I had a supper fit for a queen. I made 
Clarence a brew of mock-turtle next. He said it was 
very good, and finished off all the biscuit. He then 
suggested he should keep guard and I might try to 
sleep. I said we would divide the night, he playing 
guardian angel the first half and I taking duty for the 
rest. I showed him my Waterbury, and explained that 
when the hands stood both together at twelve he was 
to call me. He seemed to understand. Then I laid 
me down, but not to rest. I could not help the fear 
haunting me that my shikari might nod, and in that 
moment of unconsciousness what awful thing might 
not happen ! Such strange imaginings trouble a semi- 
sleeping mind at night that with daylight would cause 
us no concern at all. I lay and gazed at the stars. 
Sirius was shining away, and Venus was as beautiful a 
fraud as ever. I dozed awhile, I suppose, but the 
strange sounds around me kept my senses more or less 
awake. The jungle at night ! The most eerie thing in 
the world, with strange short rustlings in the under- 
growth, the furtive pad, pad, pad of some soft-footed 
creature, and ever and again a sound as though some 
man passed by, laggingly, and dwelling on his steps. 
The jungle at night is a world unknown to most 
shikaris. Even Clarence was not familiar here. 
At twelve he called me, furtively pulling my coat 
