The two men were in a deep sleep.

The fire had died down to a bed of coals, and Jamie was shivering with the cold.
His arms were numb, and his body and limbs ached from the cramped position in which he lay because of his bound arms and feet.

With some effort he turned over, and this brought him some relief, but not for long, and presently he rolled back to his original position that he might see the red coals of the fire.
Jamie tried to move his hands, but his wrists were too firmly tied, and the effort brought only pain.

Then he lay still and studied the smouldering fire.

Behind it lay the remnants of a back log that had been burned through in the centre.