He slipped out, crossed camp and stealthily peeped inside of the tent.

Then Hazelton slipped back to Mr.Thurston to report.
"If Tom doesn't swallow some of those big snores of his, and choke to death, I think he'll get well," said Harry, with a laugh that testified to the great relief that had come to his feelings.

With that all hands had to be content for the time being..