The mosquitoes, apparently finding the points of exposure too small, left him alone and went away.

His face still burned from numerous stings, but he forgot it in present comfort.
There was food in the saddlebags, and he ate enough for his needs.

Then he laid the saddlebags beside him and the rifle across his knees and stared out into the darkness.
He felt a great relief after his extreme danger and long exertions.
It was both physical and mental, and sitting there alone in a sunken wilderness he was nevertheless happy.

Believing that the mosquitoes would not come back, he wrapped the blanket about his whole body by and by, and pulled his cap down over his eyes.
Dick had no plans for the night.

He did not know whether he intended to remain there long or not, but nature settled doubts for him.