After a little interval he opened them again and stared about him.

There was the breath of dawn in the air; he heard a rooster crow, and the contented grunting of a pig close at hand.

He was resting under a rude shelter of poles and bark.

Presently he became aware of a slow gliding movement, and the silvery ripple of water.

Clearly he was no longer at the tavern, and clearly some one had taken the trouble to bandage his hurts.
At length his eyes rolling from side to side focused themselves on a low opening near the foot of his shakedown bed.