But they were all now asleep, overpowered by exhaustion.

Ned crept into his own dark little corner, and he, too, was soon asleep.
But he was awakened about four hours later by some one pulling hard at his shoulder.

He opened his eyes, and stared sleepily.

It was Crockett bending over him, and, Bowie lying on his sick bed ten feet away, had raised himself on his elbow.

The light was so faint that Ned could scarcely see Crockett's face, but it looked very tense and eager.
"Get up, Ned! Get up!" said Crockett, shaking him again.