No one had gone to bed.
With the first streak of day, the man-hunt began in earnest.

All night long the camp had been patrolled.

Every cabin had been searched, even those occupied solely by women.

This search had been conducted in an orderly, business-like way under the supervision of men chosen by Percival.

The folly of beating the woods during the night was recognized even by the most impatient; there was time enough for that when the blackness of night had lifted.
Throughout the long night, the restless crowd, with but one thought in mind, hung about the cabin of Pedro the farmer.