about two hours
after midnight
Ultimately we got something to eat and turned in , Heda grumbling a little because she must sleep alone , for she had grown used to the company of the ever-watchful Nombe , who made her bed across the door-hole of the hut . Anscombe was soon lost in dreams , if he did dream , but I could not sleep well that night . I was fearful of I knew not what , and so , I think , was Lost , for he fidgeted and kept poking me with his nose . At last , I think it must have been about two hours after midnight , he began to growl . I could hear nothing , although my ears are sharp , but as he went on growling I crept to the door-hole and drew aside the board . Lost slipped out and vanished , while I waited , listening . Presently I thought I heard a soft foot-fall and a whisper , also that I saw the shape of a woman which reminded me of Nombe , shown faintly by the starlight .