The night was warm, and even sultry, so that he did not miss his covering, but there was no rest in him.

Towards the dawn, which comes very early at that season, he at last slept, with his back to the tree.

He awoke with a start in broad daylight, to see a man standing in front of him armed with a long spear.
Felix sprang to his feet, instinctively feeling for his hunting-knife; but he saw in an instant that no injury was meant, for the man was leaning on the shaft of his weapon, and, of course, could, if so he had wished, have run him through while sleeping.

They looked at each other for a moment.

The stranger was clad in a tunic, and wore a hat of plaited straw.