He had shot the jaguar squarely through the heart.

Then he went back to his place in the grass, but he did not doze or dream.

The Mexicans might come, drawn by his shot, and even if they did not, a member of the unpleasant jaguar tribe might take a notion to stalk the only available human being in that grassy little valley.
But no Mexicans appeared, nor did he observe any other jaguar.

When the sun set, he began to feel a little uneasy about Obed.

His uneasiness increased with the darkness, but he was finally reassured by a whistle from the head of the valley.