He was never allowed to leave the cluster of tepees for the forest, except with the warriors, but he took part in the fishing on the lake, being a willing worker there, because idleness grew terribly irksome, and, when he had nothing to do, he chafed over his long captivity.

He slept in a small tepee built against that of Monsieur and Madame Langlade, and from which there was no egress save through theirs.
He was enclosed only within walls of skin, and he believed that he might have broken a way through them, but he felt that the eyes of the Dove were always on him.

He even had the impression that she was watching him while he slept, and sometimes he dreamed that she was fanged and clawed like a tigress.
Langlade went away once, being gone a long time, and while he was absent the Dove redoubled her watchfulness.

Robert's singular impression that her eyes were always on him was strengthened, and these eyes were increased to the hundred of Argus and more.

It became so oppressive that he was always eager to go out with the warriors in their canoes for the fishing.