He saw that his human master and comrade still slept, apparently with no intention of awakening at any very early date, and he set himself to gleaning stray blades of grass that might have escaped his notice the night before.
Ned awoke a little after the noon hour, and sprang to his feet in dismay.

The sun was almost directly over his head, showing him how late it was.

He looked at his horse as if to reproach his good comrade for not waking him sooner, but Old Jack's large mild eyes gave him such a gaze of benignant unconcern that the boy was ashamed of himself.
"It certainly was not your fault," he said to his horse, "and, after all, it probably doesn't matter.

We've had a long sound sleep and rest, and I've no doubt that both of us will profit by it.

Nothing seems to be left in here for you to eat, but I'll take a little breakfast myself." He did not relight the fire, but contented himself with cold food.