He, too, was resting from great labors, and from a task well done.

He realized now, for the first time, how great a strain had been put upon him, both mind and body.
The night was sharp and chill, but it was very warm and comfortable in the little cabin.

Paul slept on, his breathing as regular as the ticking of a clock, healthy color coming back into his pale face as he slept.

Henry's own eyes began to waver.

A deep sense of peace and rest soothed him, heart and brain.