There was a dead hush in the place, nothing but the crackle of the fire and the steady drip of the rain.

I endured it as well as I might, for though my legs were sorely cramped, I did not dare to move an inch.
After nigh half an hour he seemed to awake.

"Peace be with you," he said to his followers.

"It is the hour for sleep and prayer.

I, John Gib, will wrestle all night for your sake, as Jacob strove with the angel." With that he entered the tent.
No one spoke to me, but the ragged company sought each their sleeping-place.