"The boards are awful hard," Sam complained.
"It aint nothin' when you're used to it," said Tim. "You go to sleep, and you won't mind it."
"I wish I could," said Sam, turning again.
Finally he succeeded in getting to sleep, but not till some time after his companion. He slept pretty well, however, and did not awaken till, at six o'clock, he was shaken by his companion.
"What's the matter? Where am I?" asked Sam, feeling bewildered at first.
"Why, here you are, in course," said the matter-of-fact Tim. "Did you think you was in the station-house?"
"No, I hope not," answered Sam. "What time is it?"
"I don't know. A chap stole my watch in the night. I guess it's after six. Have you got any stamps?"
"No."
"Nor I. We've got to stir round, and earn some breakfast."