He looked again through the crevice at the window.

The light had died down much more, and both Wyatt and Coleman were asleep on the floor.

But several of the Iroquois were awake, although they sat as silent and motionless as stones against the wall.
Henry moved from the window and selected a sheltered spot beside the plank wall.

There he put the pine dust in a little heap on the snow and covered it over with pine splinters, on top of which he put larger pieces of pine.

Then he went back for the remainder of the pine dust, and built a similar pyramid against a sheltered side of the second house.
The most delicate part of his task had now come, one that good fortune only could aid him in achieving, but the brave youth, his heart aflame with righteous anger against those inside, still pursued the work.