The same sardonic humor that had taken possession of Robert seemed to lay hold of the older man also.
"Since you're to be our guest for a while, Monsieur Garay," he said, "we'll give you our finest room.

You'll sleep in the spruce shelter, while we spread our blankets outside.

But lest you do harm to yourself, lest you take into your head some foolish notion to commit suicide, we'll have to bind you.

Tayoga can do it in such a manner that the thongs will cause you no pain.

You'll really admire his wonderful skill." The Onondaga bound Garay securely with strips, cut from the prisoner's own clothing, and they left him lying within the spruce shelter.