I have been staying here quietly, and I don't feel tired.

I shall go up in the course of an hour or two." "Good-night, then," said Andy.
"Good-night.

I hope you'll sleep sound," said Fairfax, who was certainly entirely sincere in this wish, as the success of his plans depended on the soundness of our hero's repose.
Andy went upstairs, and lighted the gas in his bedroom.

He noticed the door communicating with the next one, and tried it, but found it to be locked.
"That's all right," said Andy.

"Nobody can get in that way." He locked the principal door, and bolted it, also, which seemed to make him perfectly secure.
"Now," thought he, after undressing, "where shall I put the money ?" This was an important question, as he had between five hundred and a thousand dollars belonging to the Misses Grant, of which it was his duty to take even more care than if it belonged to himself.
"I guess I'll put it under the bolster," he reflected, "covering it up with the sheet.