The lamp arrested Billy's attention. It was swinging back
and forth rather violently. This could not be a hallucination.
The room might seem to be rising and falling, but that lamp
could not seem to be swinging around in any such manner if
it were not really and truly swinging. He couldn't account for
it. Again he shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened
them to look again at the lamp he found it still swung as
before.

Cautiously he slid from his bunk to the floor. It was with
difficulty that he kept his feet. Still that might be but the
effects of the liquor. At last he reached the table to which he
clung for support while he extended one hand toward the
lamp.

There was no longer any doubt! The lamp was beating
back and forth like the clapper of a great bell. Where was he?
Billy sought a window. He found some little round, glass-covered
holes near the low ceiling at one side of the room. It
was only at the greatest risk to life and limb that he managed
to crawl on all fours to one of them.

As he straightened up and glanced through he was appalled
at the sight that met his eyes. As far as he could see there was
naught but a tumbling waste of water. And then the truth of
what had happened to him broke upon his understanding.

"An' I was goin' to roll that guy!" he muttered in helpless
bewilderment. "I was a-goin' to roll him, and now look here