"You have had it a lot harder than I have, old chap," said the engineer; "take a lay-off and get some sleep."
"I believe I will," agreed Jim; "I don't imagine that we will be disturbed for some time at least."
There was plenty of hay in the warm, dusky mow, and a cozy, safe place to rest in.
"I tell you what, Chief," said Jim, "let's both take a sleep, and then we will be fresh for what may happen next."
"It wouldn't take much urging," replied the engineer; "I'm half dead for sleep myself, but we had better make the doors secure first, in case they should look for us here."
"No," rejoined Jim, "leave everything open; if they came to the stable and found it locked on the inside, they would know, for sure, that we were in here."
"But suppose some of the gang come in here while we are asleep, they would be certain sure to hear one or both of us snoring."
"That's right enough," agreed Jim, "but I tell you what we can do, we'll crawl down under the hay, get close to the wall, and our loudest snores would be smothered."
"I guess you're right," agreed Berwick. "So lead on and I will follow."
"This reminds me of when I was a boy," declared Jim; "when we used to tunnel in the hay to hide in the old barn on the back lot."