Once more he arose to his feet and took several steps and then sank down in a faint, so great was the pain.
When he came to himself he was lying upon a matting of some kind and to his ears came the faint sound of a guitar, followed a few moments later by sounds of girlish laughter.
He sat up and looked around, but could see nothing, except a ray of light coming in through a little crack between a couple of blankets that formed a curtain in a doorway.
"Where in the name of common sense am I?" he muttered.
He attempted to get to his feet, but the pain in his ankle brought him quickly to himself.
"Now I remember!" he exclaimed. "I fell and sprained my ankle. But how did I get here?"
He started to call, but at that moment the music ceased and a minute later he heard voices saying good night. Then a door was closed and immediately the curtains were thrown open and a peon woman stood in the door.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, upon seeing Adrian sitting up and looking at her. "Then you are not dead?"
"I should say not. Did you think I was?"
"I was afraid so."