There Jay Paul, huddled up, fast asleep on the bare ground.
"Well, I'm jiggered! I'm just jiggered.

Here, you--hello!" cried Barney Bill.
Paul awakened suddenly, half sat up, grinned, grabbed at something on the ground beside him and wriggled out between the wheels.
"How long you been there ?" "About two hours," said Paul.
"Why didn't yer wake me ?" "I didn't like to disturb thee," said Paul.
"Did yer go home ?" "Ay," said Paul.
"Into the house ?" Paul nodded and smiled.

Now, that it was all over, he could smile.

But only afterwards, when he had greater command of language, could he describe the awful terror that shook his soul when he opened the front door, crept twice through the darkness of the sleeping kitchen and noiselessly closed the door again.
For many months he felt the terror of his dreams.

Briefly he told Barney Bill of his exploit.