So much for the hunter's power in that single moment of action.
The loft was searched, and found to be empty.

Then the excitement died away, and the braves settled themselves down for the night.

The injured ones bore their hurts with characteristic stoicism; if they did not sleep, both remained quiet and not a sigh escaped them.
The wind changed during the night, the storm abated, and when daylight came the sky was cloudless.

The first rays of the sun shone in the open door, lighting up the interior of the cabin.
A sleepy Indian who had acted as guard stretched his limbs and yawned.

He looked for the prisoner, and saw him sitting up in the corner.