He took out his English clothes and put them
on--stowing his bags of gold in various pockets, but keeping his
Erewhonian money in the one that was most accessible. He put his
Erewhonian dress back into the saddle-bags, intending to keep it as a
curiosity; he also refreshed the dye upon his hands, face, and hair; he
lit himself a fire, made tea, cooked and ate two brace of quails, which
he had plucked while walking so as to save time, and then flung himself
on to the ground to snatch an hour's very necessary rest. When he woke
he found he had slept two hours, not one, which was perhaps as well, and
by eight he began to reascend the pass.
He reached the statues about noon, for he allowed himself not a moment's
rest. This time there was a stiffish wind, and they were chanting
lustily. He passed them with all speed, and had nearly reached the place
where he had caught the quails, when he saw a man in a dress which he
guessed at once to be a ranger's, but which, strangely enough, seeing
that he was in the King's employ, was not reversed. My father's heart
beat fast; he got out his permit and held it open in his hand, then with
a smiling face he went towards the Ranger, who was standing his ground.
"I believe you are the Head Ranger," said my father, who saw that he was
still smooth-faced and had light hair.
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