The rest were distributed evenly, so that the sacks were all as level as before, and no one would have suspected that they had been disturbed.
Paolo then returned to Hector's room.

As the double sacks closing the orifice at his head had not been packed very tightly, enough air entered for Hector to breathe.

He increased the opening somewhat by pressing one of the sacks a little aside, but left it so that he could readily pull it into its position in the morning.

As soon as Paolo reached the room he applied a blistering plaster to his cheek and kept it on till he could no longer bear the pain, then he threw himself down on his pallet.
But neither he nor his master slept much, Hector being kept awake by the heat and discomfort of his position, and Paolo by the smarting of his cheek.

As soon as it was light the latter rose, and sat impatiently waiting for the time when the gates would open.