"The sight of you does not torture me." He returned to his usual place of sleep.

As long as he had a water supply it was foolish of him to attempt an escape through the Mexican lines.

He was familiar now with every square inch of the twenty feet square of the crowning platform of the pyramid.

It seemed that he had been there for weeks and he began to have the feeling that it was home.
Once more, hunger and thirst satisfied, he sought sleep and slept with the deep peace of youth.
Ned awoke from his second night on the pyramid before dawn was complete.
There was silvery light in the east over the desolate ranges, but the west was yet a dark blur.

He looked down and saw that nearly all the soldiers were still asleep, while those who did not sleep were as motionless as if they were.