Red Eagle was able to speak a little English, but Paul was too proud to ask him about his own fate.

Not a stoic by nature, the boy nevertheless had a will that could control his impulses.
He was thrust into a small pole hut, and when the door was tightly fastened he was left alone there.

The place was not more than six feet square, and only a little higher than Paul's head when he stood erect.

In one corner was a couch of skins, but that was its whole equipment.

Some of the poles did not fit closely together, leaving cracks of a quarter of an inch or so, through which came welcome fresh air, and also the subdued hum of the village noises.