A few blood stains were left, but there was no help for that at present.

The coat was taken off with some difficulty on account of the wounded arm, then the boots, and Jackson laid himself down on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Nap threw the coat over his arm, and taking the boots in the other hand went softly out, closing the door behind him.

"Safe 'nuff now, I reckon," he chuckled to himself; "guess he not trabble far widout dese." He was hardly gone, however, when Jackson roused himself and forced his weary eyes to unclose.

"As dangerous as to go to sleep when freezing," he muttered.

He rose, stepped to the closet door, and opened it.
A pair of boots stood on the floor, a coat hung on a peg.