midday
One by one , as the pipes were smoked , they laid themselves down upon the brown leaves and went to sleep , only our two guardians and a third Indian over against us remaining wide-eyed and watchful . There was no hope of escape , and we entertained no thought of it . Diccon sat , biting his nails , staring into the fire , and I stretched myself out , and burying my head in my arms tried to sleep , but could not . With the midday we were afoot again , and we went steadily on through the bright afternoon . We met with no harsh treatment other than our bonds . Instead , when our captors spoke to us , it was with words of amity and smiling lips . Who accounteth for Indian fashions ?