along the wall, evidently serving as a bed. Near him Allan was
huddled, his black face distorted with pain and ashen with
apprehension.




VIII

EL COMANDANTE TAKES A HAND


"Where are we?" queried Anthony, as he took in the surroundings.

"This is the prison, sar."

"Gee! I'm sick." Kirk lay back upon the platform and closed his
eyes. "Did they hurt you much?"

"Oh yes. Very considerably."

"Sorry I got you into it, Allan, I never thought they'd be so
cranky." Again he groaned. "I want a drink."

"Let me get it. Those Spiggoties will not give it to you."

Allan went to the door and called to the guard. An instant later
he returned with a tin cup.

"I guess they knocked me out," Kirk said, dazedly. "I never was