Now, wasn't that good ?" I admitted that it was, but I thought to myself that a good supper and a bed would be better, for I was awfully tired and hungry.

But I didn't say this.
I slept as sound as a rock that night, and it was pretty broad daylight when I woke up.

I don't believe that I would have wakened then, but I wanted to turn over and couldn't, and that is enough to make any fellow wake up.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the worst fix I had ever been in in my life.

I couldn't move my arms or my legs, for my arms were tied fast to my body, at the elbows and wrists, and my feet and my knees were tied together.

I was lying flat on my back, but I could turn my head over to where Rectus' bed stood--it was a small one like mine--and he wasn't there.