"It's a link--one--of the few links between up there and the lost past--" "Trouble then," mumbled Larry.

"Hell brewing! I smell it--Say, Doc, is this sleepiness natural?
Wonder where my--gas mask--is--" he added, half incoherently.
But I myself was struggling desperately against the drugged slumber pressing down upon me.
"Lakla!" I heard O'Keefe murmur.

"Lakla of the golden eyes--no Eilidh--the Fair!" He made an immense effort, half raised himself, grinned faintly.
"Thought this was paradise when I first saw it, Doc," he sighed.

"But I know now, if it is, No-Man's Land was the greatest place on earth for a honeymoon.

They--they've got us, Doc--" He sank back.