Dick, used to primitive customs, said good-night and retired within his alcove, taking his saddle bags.

There was a small window near the foot of the room, and when he noticed it he resolved to let in a little air later on.

The mountaineers liked hot rooms all the time, but he did not.

This window contained no glass, but was closed with a broad shutter.
The boy undressed and got into bed, placing his saddle bags on the foot of it, and the pistol that he carried in his belt under his head.

He fell asleep almost immediately and had he been asked beforehand he would have said that nothing could awake him before morning.