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BOB YANCY FINDS HIMSELF.
Mr.Yancy awoke from a long dreamless sleep; heavy-lidded, his eyes slid open.

For a moment he struggled with the odds and ends of memory, then he recalled the fight at the tavern, the sudden murderous attack, the fierce blows Slosson had dealt him, the knife thrust which had ended the struggle.

Therefore, the bandages that now swathed his head and shoulders; therefore, the need that he should be up and doing--for where was Hannibal?
He sought to lift himself on his elbow, but the effort sent shafts of pain through him; his head seemed of vast size and endowed with a weight he could not support.

He sank back groaning, and closed his eyes.