Chucked off in a corner and trampled with mud I found the bonds.

A pile of clothing and carriage cushions formed a bed.

There were the remains of several fires and of a great many chickens--the whole place was strewn with feathers and bones; he had evidently raided the roosts more than once.
"When I finished with the spring-hole it still lacked something of six o'clock and I rode over to the village hoping to get an answer to my telegram.

I wanted to get Jeff's case settled.

'Miller's store' was not open but 'Jake's place' was, and it was not long before I got on the track of my man.