Mace went down with scarcely a groan.

A servant, hearing the fall, came hurrying back.
"Your master is drunk and he has fallen down," Horser said.

"Put him to bed--give him a sleeping draught if you've got one." The servant bent over the unconscious man.
"Hadn't I better fetch a doctor, sir ?" he asked.

"I'm afraid he's hurt." "Not he!" Horser answered contemptuously.

"He's cut his cheek a little, that's all.