Up, up he went, until the clear, cool air fanned his temples, when, with a last effort, he drew himself from the canyon, and, plunging forward on his face, fainted dead away.
He lay in a semi-conscious condition for nearly an hour.

Then, when his senses slowly returned, he raised himself to a sitting position and looked around.

It was too early for the moon, and the gloom prevented his seeing more than a few paces in any direction.
But how the pain racked him! It seemed as if every bone was aching and every muscle sore.

The feet had been wholly worn from each stocking, and his own feet were torn and bleeding.

He had preserved his shoes, but when he came to put them on he groaned with anguish.