But now they meant to rest and sleep a little while, and they would resume the whipping after sunrise.
It was but a little while until dawn and they lay still.

Harry, who had kept his eyes open, felt sorry for them as they lay motionless in the chill of the dawn, like so many dead men.
Jackson himself took neither sleep nor rest.

Without even a cloak to keep off the cold of dawn, he walked up and down, looking at the silent ranks stretched upon the ground, or going forward a little to gaze in the direction of Winchester.

Nothing escaped his eye, and he heard everything.

Dalton, too, had refused to lie down and he stood with Harry.