earthwork of the fort. Nostromo woke up from a

fourteen-hours' sleep and arose full length from his lair in the long grass. He stood knee-deep among the whispering undulations of the green blades, with the lost air of a man just born into the world. Hand- some, robust, and supple, he threw back his head, flung his arms open, and stretched himself with a slow twist of the waist and a leisurely growling yawn of white I teeth; as natural and free from evil in the moment of i waking as a magnificent and unconscious wild beast. 1 Then, in the suddenly steadied glance fixed upon noth

y ing from under a forced frown, appeared the man.