The Indian never uses his fists, and his hand strayed to the handle of his tomahawk; then, as it strayed away again he sat down on the far side of the fire, and he too began to stare stolidly into the red coals.

The chief, Black Cloud, bestowed on both a look of approval, but uttered no comment.
Presently Black Cloud gave some orders to his men and they lay down to sleep, but the chief took the deerskin robe and handed it to Henry.

His manner was that of one making a gift, and a gesture confirmed the impression.

Henry took the robe which he would need and thanked the chief in words whose meaning the donor might gather from the tone.

Then he lay down and slept as before a dreamless sleep all through the night.
Their journey lasted many days and every hour of it was full of interest to Henry, appealing alike to his curiosity and its gratification.