They make a splendid bed, and I'm off to slumberland." He pushed up the leaves at one end of his couch high enough to form a pillow, and stretched himself luxuriously.

The night was turning cold, but he had his blanket, and there was the fire.

He felt as comfortable as at the Inn of the Eagle in Quebec, and freer from plots and danger.
They were allowing the fire to die now, but the coals would glow for a long time, and Robert looked at them sleepily.

His feeling of coziness and content increased, and presently he slept.

The hunter soon followed him, but Tayoga slept not at all.