There was no rain falling, but almost the entire country lay under a flood of water.

Fires of logs were soon burning brightly on the comparatively dry bluff chosen by the Indians.

The weather was chill, but not cold.

Long-Hair took great pains, however, to dry Beverley's clothes and see that he had warm wraps and plenty to eat.

Hamilton's large reward would not be forthcoming should the prisoner die, Beverley was good property, well worth careful attention.
To be sure his scalp, in the worst event, would command a sufficient honorarium, but not the greatest.