Near him lay Mose, and beyond rose a wall of green thicket.

Neither Whispering Winds nor his horse was visible.
He felt a dreamy lassitude.

He was tired, but had no pain.

Finding he could move without difficulty, he concluded his weakness was more from loss of blood than a dangerous wound.

He put his hand on the place where he had been stabbed, and felt a soft, warm compress such as might have been made by a bunch of wet leaves.