He felt his breath go as he swept through the air, and lost his senses for an instant or two.
Stunned by the fall, he did not rise for several minutes.

Then he got up with a slow, heavy motion and looked about him anxiously.

He was in a yard from which there was no egress except by way of the house.

It was bitter cold, and he had on nothing but the clothing worn in the room from which he had just escaped.

His head was bare.
The dread of being found here by Mother Peter soon lifted him above physical impediment or suffering.