The floor was the poorest kind of bed, but we rolled up our coats for pillows and made the best of it.
Soon I knew by Peter's regular breathing that he was asleep, and I presently followed him ...
I was awakened by a pressure below my left ear.

I thought it was Peter, for it is the old hunter's trick of waking a man so that he makes no noise.

But another voice spoke.

It told me that there was no time to lose and to rise and follow, and the voice was the voice of Hussin.
Peter was awake, and we stirred Blenkiron out of heavy slumber.

We were bidden take off our boots and hang them by their laces round our necks as country boys do when they want to go barefoot.