The schimmel swung to the right, and the next I knew some one had taken my bridle and was speaking to me.
At first I thought it was Laputa and screamed.

Then I must have tottered in the saddle, for I felt an arm slip round my middle.

The rider uncorked a bottle with his teeth and forced some brandy down my throat.

I choked and coughed, and then looked up to see a white policeman staring at me.

I knew the police by the green shoulder-straps.
'Arcoll,' I managed to croak.