Ossie rolled a full half-dozen yards before his progress was stayed by a tree, and Wink, or so Perry declared afterwards, described a beautiful and quite perfect circle.
Bruised, breathless and dizzy, they got to their feet and staggered to the side of the road and subsided on the turf.
After a long minute Ossie said feebly: "Where--do you--suppose--we are ?" "About ten miles--in the country," answered Wink.
There was silence then, silence long and profound.

At last they climbed to their feet and, without speaking, walked off in the darkness in the direction from which they had come.

Perhaps ten minutes later there came the first sound to break the silence.

It was a choking sort of gurgle from Wink.
"What's the matter with you ?" inquired Perry listlessly.
"I was just--just thinking," replied Wink.

"It was so--so--" But words failed him and he began to laugh.