Dave, Tom and Dan awoke.
"It's all right," Dick called to them, softly.

"Nothing but noises.
Don't be afraid but I'll call you if its needed." So those who had a chance, dozed off.

Hen didn't have any chance; his cowardly soul wasn't made for sleep when there was any danger about.
It was twenty minutes past three when Dick stepped over and nudged Dave gently, next whispering: "It's about time for you, now.

You call Tom at a little after five, and then tell him to call us all at seven o'clock." Dave hurriedly dressed and took the air rifle from Dick, the latter then getting back into his bunk and soon dropping off in sleep.
"Seven o'clock! All out! Step lively! Change cars for breakfast!" were the next words that Dick Prescott heard.
By the time that the fellows had dressed, in the warm cabin, and had started to pry the shutters back, the first dim promise of daylight was showing in the east.

A little later it was broad daylight.
By this time, too, after most of the fellows had slept soundly for hours, the situation seemed altogether different.