When he opened his eyes again, the dawn was breaking, and it was probably about six o'clock.

During his sleep the rain had ended by soaking the leaves, so that he was now immersed in a kind of chilly bath.

Still he remained in it, feeling that he was there sheltered from the police, who must now surely be searching for him.

None of those bloodhounds would guess his presence in that hole, for his body was quite buried, and briers almost completely hid his head.

So he did not stir, but watched the rise of the dawn.
* This ditch or dry moat is about 30 feet deep and 50 feet wide.
The counterscarp by which one may descend into it has an angle of 45 degrees .-- Trans.
When at eight o'clock some policemen and keepers came by, searching the ditch, they did not perceive him.