Besides the mere physical happiness that he felt, there was a great mental exhilaration, an exaltation, even, and he looked forward to the winter of a warrior and a statesman.
Paul's body flourished apace in the cold, nipping air and the wild life.
There were discomforts, it is true, but he did not think of them.

He looked only at the comforts and the joys.

He knew that his muscles were growing and hardening, that eye, ear, all the five senses, in truth, were growing keener, and he felt within him a courage that could dare anything.
Henry made another expedition, to discover, if he could, whether the Miamis suspected that the haunted island harbored their foes.

They did not ask him what means he used, how he disguised himself anew, or whether he disguised himself at all, but he returned with the news that they had no suspicion.

The island was still sacred to the spirits--a place where they dare not land.