Within this magic circle all was warm, comfortable, and cheery; outside all was dark, and cold, and dreary by contrast.
When the substantial part of supper was disposed of, tea and pipes were introduced, and conversation began to flow.

Then the three saddles were placed in a row; each hunter wrapped himself in his blanket, and pillowing his head on his saddle, stretched his feet towards the fire and went to sleep, with his loaded rifle by his side and his hunting-knife handy in his belt.

Crusoe mounted guard by stretching himself out _couchant_ at Dick Varley's side.

The faithful dog slept lightly, and never moved all night; but had any one observed him closely he would have seen that every fitful flame that burst from the sinking fire, every unusual puff of wind, and every motion of the horses that fed or rested hard by, had the effect of revealing a speck of glittering white in Crusoe's watchful eye..