The brandy in the flask had revived him and as they drew him out from under the branches and stretched the hammock over some poles for a litter, he told them what had happened.
He had been some distance farther up the mountain, and had stopped at a peasant's hut for some goat's milk.

He rested there a long time, never noticing in the dense shade of the woods that a storm was gathering.
It came upon him suddenly.

His head was hurt, and his back.

He could not tell how badly.

He had lain so long on the wet ground that he was numb with cold, but thought he would be better when he was once more resting warm and dry at the inn.
He stretched out his hand to Hero and feebly patted him, a faint smile crossing his face.