He struggled with this thought for a moment, because the idea of going
blind was terrible to him.
He wondered where he was, and felt around and learned that he was lying
on a couch.
Then he swung his feet to the floor and sat up. The ammonia had left him
still weak, but gradually he became stronger, and got to his feet and
began to explore the room with his fingers.
He found a chair and a table, and presently came to the door, which he
tried to open, but could not.
Passing around the room, he arrived at the window, and, looking through
the glass, saw a star, and thanked Heaven that he could see.
He tried the fastenings of the window, unlocked it, and threw it up,
stretching out his hand. The window was closed with iron bars.
He had made the circuit of the room, and had discovered that he was
securely shut in.
He went back to the lounge and lay down to think matters over.
He felt quite sure that the man Checkers had been his assailant. The
warning had not been without reason, after all.
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