I found some cords in the tent, and tied his legs together.

He moaned miserably for a little, and then was silent.
* * * * * I think I must have sat by him for three hours.

The world was very still, and the moon set, and the only light was the flickering lamp.
Once or twice I heard a rustle by the tent door.

Some Indian guard was on the watch, but I knew that no Indian dared to cross the forbidden circle.
I had no thoughts, being oppressed with a great stupor of weariness.

I may have dozed a little, but the pain of my legs kept me from slumbering.
Once or twice I looked at him, and I noticed that the madness had gone out of his face, and that he was sleeping peacefully.