Chapter 6
THE FIRST THING he was actually conscious of was that someone was trying to force liquor between his teeth. He swallowed some of it and almost immediately felt better. “Good!” a distant voice said. McCloud opened his eyes to see who the voice belonged to. The Samaritan was none other than Van Felix. His dissipated, old-young face was a trifle resentful.
“A terrible waste of good liquor,” he said. He upended the bottle, this time over his own mouth, not McCloud’s. “Ahhh!”
McCloud pushed himself to a sitting position. “A fine thing!” His eyes watched the room go around and around. “Nothing but a lush, that’s all you are. “Where the hell did you come from?”
Felix had himself another small drink. “Who me?”
McCloud cursed him. “Who do you think I’m talking to— pixies?”
Felix tho
