Now and then a drop found its way down his neck, and it felt like ice.

Physically he was very miserable, and it began to depress his spirit.

He hoped that Tayoga would not be long in obtaining the buffalo robe.
The thunder moaned a little far to the south, and then died down entirely.
There were one or two stray flashes of lightning and then no more.

He sank into a sort of doze that was more like a stupor, from which he was awakened by a dusky figure in the doorway of the little shelter.

It was Tayoga, and he bore a heavy dark bundle over his arm.
"I have brought the buffalo robe that belongs to you, Dagaeoga," he said cheerfully.