His wrists tingled and his head ached acutely.

Only his towering resolve kept him on his feet.
Groping from behind the car he touched the boards and felt along them for some indication of the door.

Presently his hand came upon an iron band set in a large staple through which was inserted a huge wooden plug.

This he pulled out and hauling on the staple slowly rolled open a great wide door.
A fresh gust of autumn wind blew in upon him, a cleansing and refreshing restorative, as if it had been waiting without to welcome the sturdy little scout into the vast, fragrant woods which he loved.

And the bright stars shone overhead, and the air was laden with the pungent scent of autumn.