Of the twain, the former gave him the more uneasiness.
His aches and pains, he knew, were the result of his fall, but this other he could not explain.
Where was he, that this darkness surrounded him? Surely, if he lay where he had fallen, the twilight of the underworld would be about him?
Then of a sudden the thought that he was blind swept over him. The shock of his fall had perhaps destroyed his sight!
“Oh, God!” he cried despairingly, and raised his hands.
The clank of metal startled him, and he became conscious of something which, in his state of semi-bewilderment, he had not felt before.
His arms were chained at the wrists!
A low gasp escaped him at this discovery, yet with it came a feeling of relief. The darkness, then, was the result of his surroundings, and not of any accident to his eyes. But into whose hands had he fallen? What beings were they who held him captive?
As yet he was unaware of the existence of the wolf-men, and it was well that he knew nothing of the horrors, or surely his brain would have given way beneath the strain of his terrible situation during the long hours he spent in the darkness of his prison.
His first action was to attempt to slip the chain from his wrists, but this he found before long to be an utter impossibility. Evidently the creatures who had fastened him had a shrewd idea as to the method of securing a prisoner.