About eleven o’clock
Far off , too , and even on the horizon , I saw what appeared to be other towns and villages . Evidently this was a very numerous people , and one which could not justly be described as savage . No wonder that the little Abati tribe feared them so intensely , notwithstanding the mighty precipices by which they were protected from their hate . About eleven o'clock Orme came on watch , and I turned in , having nothing to report . Soon I was fast asleep , notwithstanding the anxieties that , had I been less weary , might well have kept me wakeful . For these were many . On the coming night we must slip through the Fung , and before midday on the morrow we should either have entered Mur , or failed to have entered Mur , which meant -- death , or , what was worse , captivity among barbarians , and subsequent execution , preceded probably by torture of one sort or another .