An hour later, there was a touch on his shoulder.
"Here is some broth, young fellow.

Wake up and drink that, it will do you good." Charlie, as before, slowly sipped down the broth, and then really fell asleep, for the jolting had fatigued him terribly.
It was evening when he awoke.

Two men were sitting at a blazing fire.

When he moved, one of them brought him another basin of broth, and fed him with a spoon.
Charlie had been long enough in the country to know, by the appearance of the room, that he was in a peasant's hut.

He wondered why he had been brought there, and concluded that it must be because Allan Ramsay had set so stringent a search on foot in the city, that they considered it necessary to take him away.
"They will not keep me here long," he said to himself.