He cut several rough loopholes and laid out his weapons for quick handling.

He knew that he could stop any advance during the day and planned only for night attacks.

How long he could go without sleep did not bother him, because he gave it no thought, as he was accustomed to short naps and could awaken at will or at the slightest sound.
As dusk merged into dark he crept forth and collected several handfuls of dry twigs, which he scattered around the hut, as the cracking of these would warn him of an approach.

Then he went in and went to sleep.
He awoke at daylight after a good night's rest, and feasted on canned beans and peaches.

Then he tossed the cans out of the door and shoved his hat out.