He heard a
queer snapping, and shouts of wonder, and a dreadful choking sound
from the Bar. He raised dizzily on one arm. His eyes cleared a
bit.
The great Bar was on his back; and at his throat was a snarling
thing--the creature that Chick had seen in the clover leaf of the
Jarados.
It was a living dog.
PAT MACPHERSON'S STORY
To Watson it was all a blur. He was too weak and too broken to
remember distinctly. He was conscious only of an uproar, of a
torrent of multitudinous sound. And then--the deep, enveloping
tone of a bell.
Some time, somewhere, Chick had heard that bell before. In his
present condition his memory refused to serve him. He was covered
with blood; he tried to rise, to crawl to this snarling animal
that was throttling the Senestro. But something seemed to snap
within him, and all went black.
When he opened his eyes again all had changed. He was lying on a
couch with a number of people about. It was a minute before he
recognized the Jan Lucar, then the Geos, and lastly the nurse whom
he had first seen when he awoke in the Blind Spot. Evidently he
was in the hands of his friends, although there was a new one, a
red-headed man, clad in the blue uniform of a high Bar.
He sat up. The nurse held a goblet of the green liquid to his
lips. The Bar in blue turned.
"Aye," he said. "Give him some of the liquor; it will do him good.
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