His eyes turned back to the forest, where he watched lazily; lazily, because he knew with the certainty of divination that they would not attempt anything until dark, and he knew with equal certainty that they would attempt something then.
He awakened Paul in two hours, and took his place on the bench.

He had not slept at all the night before, when they were expecting a foe who had not yet come, and he, too, must be fresh when the conflict was at hand.
"When you see shadows in the clearing, wake me, without fail, Paul," he said.
Then he closed his eyes, and like Paul slept almost at once.

Neither the weary waiting nor the danger could upset his nerves so much that sleep would not come, and his slumber was dreamless.
The afternoon waned.

Paul, peeping from the loophole, saw the sun, red like fire, seeking its bed in the west, but the shadows were not yet over the clearing.

Refreshed by his sleep, and his nerves steadied, he no longer saw imaginary figures in the wilderness.