He made a wide circle around the cabin, and found only silence and peace.

Here and there were tracks and traces of wild animals, but they would not disturb; it was for something else that he looked, and he rejoiced that he could not find it.
When he returned to the cabin the last fringe of the red cloud was gone from the sky, and black darkness was sweeping down over the earth.

He secured the door, looked again to the fastenings of the window, and then sat down before the fire, his rifle between his knees.
Paul's slumber and exhaustion alike were so deep that he would not be likely to waken before morning, so Henry judged, and presently he took out a little of the dried venison and ate it.

He would boil some of it in the pot in the morning for Paul's breakfast, but for himself it was good enough as it now was.

His strong white teeth closed down upon it, and a deep feeling of satisfaction came over him.