He would have sprung up, all his faculties not yet regained, but Obed's hand pressed him down.
"Don't forget where you are, Ned," said the Maine man, "and that we are still besieged." Yet the night was absolutely still and Ned, from his recumbent position, looked up at a clear sky and many glittering stars.
"Has anything happened ?" he asked.
"Not a thing.

No Lipan has shown himself even among the trees." "About what time do you think it is ?" "Two or three hours after midnight, and now I'm going to take a nap while you watch.

Ned, do you know, I've an idea those fellows are going to sit in the woods indefinitely, safe, beyond range, and wait for us to come out.

Doesn't it make you angry ?" "It does, and it makes me angry also to think that they have our horses.
Those were good horses." Obed slept until day, and Ned watched with a vigilance that no creeping enemy could pass.

The Lipans made no movement, but the siege, silent and invisible, went on.