Besides, the air was all the time growing closer and warmer in the little cabin, and he certainly needed sleep.

His head grew heavy and his eyelids drooped.

He lay down on the bed, and in a surprisingly quick time was slumbering soundly.
Henry looked at the sleeping lad, and his look was a compound of great friendship and admiration.

He knew that Paul was not, like himself, born to the wilderness, and he respected the courage and skill that could triumph nevertheless.

But it was only a fleeting look.