The boys took him up to the living room of the old mill, where they furnished him with the coarse food that remained from their breakfast. He ate like a famished thing, washing the dry bread down with great swallows of water. When he had finished and his hunger was satisfied, he was quite like another man.
"Thar!" he cried; "now I am reddy fer anything! But I do need sleep."
"Take it," advised Frank. "We will watch."
"And you'll tell me ef thar's danger?"
"You may depend on it."
"You-uns will watch close?"
"Never fear about that."
So the hunted wretch was induced to lie down and sleep. He slept soundly for some hours, and, when he opened his eyes, his sister had her arms about his neck.