Then he produced a Hudson's Bay Company blanket, once white but now of uncertain shade, and rolling himself in the blanket, with his feet toward the fire, was soon snoring peacefully.
"We won't trouble to douse the fire," Doctor Joe suggested presently.
"He wants to sleep by it, and he'll look after it.

Let's turn in." And with the front of the tent open that they might enjoy the air and profit by the firelight, they were soon snug in their sleeping-bags and as sound asleep as Indian Jake.
"High-o!" The three boys sat up.

It was broad daylight, and Doctor Joe, on his hands and knees, was looking out of the tent.
"Our visitor has gone, and there's little wonder, for we've been sleeping like bears and it's broad daylight.

Hurry, lads, or the sun'll be well up before we get away." The boys sprang up and were soon dressed.

The fire had burned low, indicating that Indian Jake had been gone for a considerable time.