Various sounds reached his ears--Okar's citizens were enjoying themselves.
Sanderson did not watch the lights long.

He walked to the cot, seated himself on its edge, rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in the upturned palms of his hands and reflected on what had occurred to him.
Remembering the four thousand dollars in bills of large denomination that Burroughs had paid him when leaving the Pig-Pen, his hand went to the money belt around his waist.
Belt and money were gone! Sanderson got up again, walked to the door and called.
A heavy-featured man slouched down the corridor and halted near the door.
"Awake, eh ?" he grinned.

"Dale sure did hand it to you--now, didn't he?
Well," he added as Sanderson's lips straightened at his words, "what's eatin' you ?" "I had a belt with some money in it--four thousand.

What's become of it ?" "Four thousand!" the man jeered.

"That bump on the head is still affectin' you, I reckon.