His head rolled against the steel rail, his limbs relaxed.

From a great distance, and in a strange sing-song he heard the voice of the barkeeper saying, "Nine--ten--and OUT!" When David came to his senses his head was resting on a coil of rope.

In his ears was the steady throb of an engine, and in his eyes the glare of a lantern.

The lantern was held by a pleasant-faced youth in a golf cap who was smiling sympathetically.

David rose on his elbow and gazed wildly about him.