It was not long before the Irishman was sound asleep, but the lad lay awake a long time, looking reflectively up at the spot where he knew the opening to be,--the opening which had been the means of letting himself and comrade down into that dismal retreat of solitude,--and wondering what their enemies were doing.
"They must know that I am here.

Lone Wolf will punish them if they don't keep me, so I am sure they will do all they can to catch me again.

I wish I was certain that there was no way of getting in but through that up there, and then I could sleep too, but I feel too scared to do it now." This anxiety kept him awake a long time after Mickey became unconscious; but, as hour after hour passed and the stillness remained unbroken, his fears were gradually dissipated and a feeling of drowsiness began stealing over him.
Before consciousness entirely departed, he turned upon his side, that being the posture he generally assumed when asleep.

As he made the movement and his ear was placed against the blanket, which in its turn rested upon the ground, he heard something which aroused his suspicions instantly and he raised his head.

But when he rested on his hands, with his shoulders thrown up, he could hear nothing at all.