and he sensed in that cold, demoniacal fury of the crunching heel
the rising of maddened peoples.



CHAPTER X


Meanwhile ,Captain Harrison of the Medical Corps entered the
Conover apartment briskly.

"You old vagabond, what have you been up to? I beg pardon!" - as
he saw Kitty emerge from behind Cutty's bulk.

"This is Miss Conover, Harrison."

"Very pleased, I'm sure. Luckily my case was in the coat room at
the club. I took the liberty of telephoning for Miss Frances, who
returned on the same ship with me. I concluded that your friend
would need a nurse. Let me have a look at him."

Callously but lightly and skillfully the surgeon examined the
battered head. "Escaped concussion by a hair, you might say.
Probably had his cap on. That black eye, though, is an older
affair. Who is he?"

"I suspect he's some political refugee. We don't know a thing about
him otherwise. How soon can he be moved?"

"He ought to be moved at once and given the best of care."