He slept on through the morning while the fire increased, and great volumes of smoke rolled, as the wind shifted up or down the valley.

But it did not disturb him, nor did he dream.

His slumbers were as sound as if he lay in his distant bed in Pendleton.
While Dick and his comrades slept Sheridan was moving the men on his chess board.

Young in years, but great in experience, he was never more eager and never more clear of mind than on this, one of the most eventful days of his life.

He saw the opportunity, and he was resolved that it should not escape him.