Chapter 25

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​⁠I came to myself slowly and painfully. I was conscious of an aching head and a shooting pain down my left arm when I tried to move, and everything seemed dream-like and unreal. Nightmare visions floated before me. I felt myself falling—falling again. Once Harry Rayburn’s face seemed to come to me out of the mist. Almost I imagined it real. Then it floated away again, mocking me. Once, I remember,