He could see no harm in it, as there were no signs of rain.
Jan then returned to the wagon, climbed noiselessly up, drew out his own blankets, and brought them to the fire.

He then wrapped himself up, and lay down alongside of Swartboy, with the ourebi standing near, and in such a situation that he could still have his eyes upon it, even when lying.

To secure it from wandering, he had fastened a strong rheim around its neck, the other end of which he had looped tightly upon his own wrist.
He lay for some time contemplating his beautiful pet.

But sleep at length overcame him, and the image of the ourebi melted before his eyes.
Beyond this Jan could tell little of what happened to him.

He was awakened by a sudden jerking at his wrist, and hearing the antelope scream.