But Henry was without sign of fatigue or cold.

He walked with a step as easy and as tireless as that of the strongest warrior in the band, and at all times he held himself, as if he were one of them, not their prisoner.
About an hour after dawn the party which numbered fifteen men halted at a signal from the chief and began to eat the dried meat of the buffalo, taken from their pouches.

They gave him a good supply of the food, and he found it tough but savory.

Hunger would have given a sufficient sauce to anything and as he ate in a sort of luxurious content he studied his captors with the advantage of the daylight.

The full sunshine disclosed no more of softness and mercy than the night had shown.