He had been mistaken.

He had given the man too much credit.

He was really a log, a dull, apathetic fellow to whom the extraordinary conditions around them made no appeal.

He would not speak to him again as long as they were prisoners together, and, closing his eyes anew, he resolutely wooed slumber once more.
Robert's hearing was not so wonderfully keen as Tayoga's, but it was very keen, nevertheless, and as he lay, eyes shut, something impinged upon the drums of his ears.

It was faint, but it did not seem to be a part of the usual sounds of the night.