Cassidy had a feeling his head had been torn off and a new one made of cement had been set on his shoulders. He had to turn his head several times to see where he was. The last thing he remembered was being wedged in among some rocks, his lips pushed apart by something metallic, then seeing Haney Kenrick, the flask in Haney’s hand, hearing Haney’s quivering voice urging him to drink from the flask. He remembered the burning of the alcohol as it went down his throat, too much of it coming into his mouth and going down, so that finally he choked on it. And just before he went out again, he had looked full into the face of Haney.
Now a face came toward him. But it wasn’t Haney’s face. It was a narrow, aged face with thin lips and a sharp chin. Behind it there were other faces. Cassidy saw th
