Paul Ralston by Mary Jane Holmes

While the men were going over the house he was lying in the smuggler's room on the billiard table, which had been put there in the spring and scarcely used at all, as the young men preferred the one in the third story, which commanded a view of the sea. On this Tom had improvised a comfortable bed, taking his own mattress and pillows and secretly purloining sheets and blankets in his frequent tours through the house. Here he had lain Paul after a hard struggle to get him there. On his return from seeing Elithe home he had found Paul in a state of semi-unconsciousness, from which he could not at first rouse him.

"Paul, Paul," he said, dropping the Mr. in his anxiety as he shook him by the arm, "come with me now; you are at home; safe,-free. Come."