The little cabin was full of rifle smoke, and it lay heavy in his nostrils and upon his lungs.

He felt as if he were breathing poisoned air.

But the smoke gradually drifted away up the chimney, and the thick, clogging feeling departed from his lungs and nostrils.

Strength and spirit came back.
"How are we to get rid of them ?" he asked, nodding toward the dead warriors.
"Let's wait an hour at least, and I'll show you," replied Henry.
The hour passed, but to Paul it seemed two.

Then Henry took the largest of the warriors and dragged him to the wall just beneath the window.