Tayoga's wound was clean and his blood absolutely pure.

The fever was due and it would run its course.

He could do nothing more for his comrade at present, and lying down on his own spread of leaves, he soon fell asleep.
Robert's slumber was not sound.

Although the Onondaga might be watched over by Tododaho, Areskoui and even Manitou himself, he had felt the weight of responsibility.

The gods protected those who protected themselves, and, even while he slept, the thought was nestling somewhere in his brain and awoke him now and then.