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.  He was very tall and strongly built; his single weapon, a spear of twice his own length.  His beard came down on his chest.  He spoke to Felix in a dialect the latter did not understand.  Felix held out his hand as a token of amity, which the other took.  He spoke again.  Felix, on his part, tried to explain his shipwreck, when a word the stranger uttered recalled to Felix’s memory the peculiar dialect used by the shepherd race on the hills in the neighbourhood of his home.

He spoke in this dialect, which the stranger in part at least understood, and the sound of which at once rendered him more friendly.  By degrees they comprehended each other’s meaning the easier, as the shepherd had come the same way and had seen the wreck of the canoe.  Felix learned that the shepherd was a scout sent on ahead to see that the road was clear of enemies.  His tribe were on the march with their flocks, and to avoid the steep woods and hills which there blocked their course, they had followed the level and open beach at the foot of the cliff, aware, of course, of the gap which Felix had found.  While they were talking, Felix saw the cloud of dust raised by the sheep as the flocks wound round a jutting buttress of cliff.

His friend explained that they marched in the night and early morning to avoid the heat of the day.  Their proposed halting-place was close at hand; he must go on and see that all was clear.  Felix accompanied him, and found within the wood at the summit a grassy coombe, where a spring rose.  The shepherd threw down his spear, and began to dam up the channel of the spring with stones, flints, and sods of earth, in order to form a pool at which the sheep might drink.  Felix assisted him, and the water speedily began to rise.

The flocks were not allowed to rush tumultuously to the water; they came in about fifty at a time, each division with its shepherds and their dogs, so that confusion was avoided and all had their share.  There were about twenty of these divisions, besides eighty cows and a few goats.  They had no horses; their baggage came on the backs of asses.

After the whole of the flocks and herds had been watered several fires were lit by the women, who in stature and hardihood scarcely differed from the men.  Not till this work was over did the others gather about Felix to hear his story.  Finding that he was hungry they ran to the baggage for food, and pressed on him a little dark bread, plentiful cheese and butter, dried tongue, and horns of mead.  He could not devour a fiftieth part of what these hospitable people brought him.  Having nothing else to give them, he took from his pocket one of the gold coins he had brought from the site of the ancient city, and offered it.