Then his feelings; he ached from head to foot. He opened his eyes to a scene of confusion that still blurred and quivered before him. “Sit up and drink this,” Buckalew was commanding hini. Stover got up slowly. Buckalew fastened a silver collar with one hand, while the other extended a glass. “Thanks,” said Stover, sipping. The drink was full of bite, but it cleared his head and steadied his knees. “How long was I like that?” “Quite a while. Long enough for me to change my clothes. My others were almost torn off me by the blast.” Sure enough, rags of the brown fabric lay on the floor. Stover glanced sharply at Buckalew. Wasn’t it a trifle callous of the other to think of dressing before giving aid to an injured man? But Buckalew gave him no opening to complain, gesturing instead to the tumbled furniture and the soot-fogged walls of their once splendid parlor. “Not quite as powerful an explosion as the one at Malbrook’s,”
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