the men lay breathing the regular sighs of exhausted sleep , half-sunk into broken-open bales of hay , with their sabers and pistols beside them : one after another laurence woke them , a folded pad of leather over their mouths , janus to pin their heels and tharkay with a pistol steady in the man 's face , and they were turned over and trussed quickly with straps , heaved up onto the stack of bales .