Nothing broke the silence.

After so much noise, it was ominous, oppressive, surcharged with threats.

Fewer lights than usual burned in the town and in the Mexican camp.

All this stillness portended to Ned the coming storm, and he was right.
His was a short watch, and at 11 o'clock he went off duty.

It was silent and dark in the convent yard, and he sought his usual place for sleep in the hospital, where many of the Texans had been compelled to go, not merely to sleep, but because they were really ill, worn out by so many alarms, so much fighting and so much watching.