Dad said he could.

He slept in Dave's bed; Dave slept on the sofa.
"If Joe ain't dead, and wuz t' come in before mornin'," Dave said, "there won't be room for us all." And before morning Joe DID come in.

He entered stealthily by the back-door, and crawled quietly into bed.
At daybreak Joe awoke, and nudged his bed-mate and said: "Dave, the cocks has crowed!" No answer.

He nudged him again.
"Dave, the hens is all off the roost!" Still no reply.
Daylight streamed in through the cracks.

Joe sat up--he was at the back--and stared about.