The night was starry and still.

There were few passers in the street; and no light but that which shone at some of the corners,-the bad, red eye that lures to death.

The night air struck cool upon his face and into his lungs.

His head was light .-- He reeled.
"Mus ha' some drink," he said, thickly.
He stumbled, and staggered into the nearest shop.

There was a counter, with large yellow barrels behind it; and a high blind, behind which two or three rough-looking men were drinking.