I heard a low cry of anguish beside me, and, as I half turned round, I saw Manning and Craill whip out their revolvers.
I think we must all have fired simultaneously. The only thing I actually remember is a blinding crash in my head as I pitched forward against the rails.
* * * * *
For a little while I thought that I was still dreaming. Then the low murmur of voices became so persistent that at last, with a tremendous effort, I managed to open my eyes.
"What's that?" I demanded.
There was the scrape of a chair, and the next moment Bobby and Christine were standing beside the bed.
"It's all right, old lad," said the former soothingly. "We're both here."
I looked up in bewilderment. I had a vague feeling that I was back in my cabin on the Neptune and that somehow or other Bobby ought to be Ross.
"Some blighter pushed me into the dock," I said irritably.
Then, with the same startling abruptness as before, a wave of memory surged through my aching brain.