It's pretty strong, and there isn't any back-door or window that he can use." The youth was so deeply interested in the question that he brought his chair beside the window and sat down to await results.

It was not strange, perhaps, considering the lateness of the hour, that the sleep which he had long sought in vain now came to him.

By and by his head began nodding, and, despite the cramped position, he slumbered soundly until awakened by the call of his mother.
As soon as Tom could collect his senses, he looked at the woodshed.

So far as he saw, no change had taken place.

Then he hurried down-stairs and told the astounding tidings.
"Mercy!" gasped Aunt Cynthia, "I was just about going to the shed for some wood, you were so long coming down.