“Can’t jump down there,” he immediately decided.
What could he do?
The air which came up from below told of garbage and foul things, but it was not close and stuffy out there, and he seemed to gain fresh strength.
He crept out through the window, and began to feel around with a hand and a foot, clinging to the sill.
At first he touched nothing, and it was so dark in there that he could not see very well.
After some moments, his foot found a projecting brick on the opposite wall. With the aid of this, he balanced himself between the two walls, continuing his inspection.
Leaning forward, he found he was able to reach another window, which he believed opened into the room in which he had first found himself on recovering consciousness.
“If I can get in there, it is possible I may find no locked doors between myself and liberty,” he thought.
Then he sought to brace himself and obtain a foothold between the two walls, where he could reach the window.
In the course of a few minutes he succeeded.