There was no likelihood of Bevins again trying to escape, for his foot had swollen to an enormous size, and was useless.

Believing that Williams could not escape from the cabin, we unbound him.

We then went to sleep, leaving Long Doc on guard, the cabin being comfortably warmed and well lighted by the fire.

It was a dark, stormy night--so dark that you could hardly see your hand before you.

At about ten o'clock, Williams asked Long Doc to allow him to step to the door for a moment.
Long Doc, who had his revolver in his hand, did not think it necessary to wake us up, and believing that he could take care of the prisoner, he granted his request.