Jim had seen to that.

If we were caught, we intended to have a flutter for it.

We were not going back to Berrima if we knew it.
So we turned in, and slept as if we were never going to wake again.

We'd had a glass of grog or two, nothing to hurt, though; and the food and one thing and another made us sleep like tops.

Jim was to keep a good look-out, and we didn't take off our clothes.