"This is Kilday--Sandy Kilday." Carter's eyes were still closed, but his lip curled contemptuously.
"_Mr._ Kilday," he said, and smiled scornfully.

"The least said about _Mr._ Kilday the better." Sandy laid a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Nelson, listen! Do you remember going out to the Junction with Annette Fenton ?" "That's nobody's business but mine.

I'll shoot the--" "Do you remember coming home on the train ?" Carter's stupid, heavy eyes were on Sandy now, and he was evidently trying to understand what he was saying.

"Home on the train?
Yes; I came home on train." "And afterward ?" demanded Sandy, kneeling before him and looking intently in his eyes.
"Gus Heyser's saloon, and then--" "And then ?" repeated Sandy.
Carter shook his head and looked about him bewildered.
"Where am I now I What did you bring me here for ?" "Look me straight, Nelson," said Sandy.

"Don't you move your eyes.