He felt sorry for his new friend, and he did not wish to see his disappointment on the morrow.
Wilton was in charge of the guard until midnight, and then he slept soundly until dawn, awakening to a brilliant day, the fit successor of such a brilliant night.

The Indian fires were still burning and he could see the warriors beside them sleeping or eating at leisure.
They still formed a complete circle about the fort, and while the young Quaker felt safe inside the palisade, he saw no chance for a friend outside.

Robert joined him presently but, respecting his feelings, the Philadelphian said nothing about Tayoga.
The winter, it seemed, was exerting itself to show how fine a day it could produce.

It was cold but dazzling.

A gorgeous sun, all red and gold, was rising, and the light was so vivid and intense that they could see far in the forest, bare of leaf.