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HIS HEAD WAS aching terribly. He tried to move his hands and found movement restricted. He did not realize why for a long time.
The car was moving with great rapidity, far beyond the legalized speed limit. There were no lights. By the whir of the wheels he guessed he was on a newly-made road. It was queer that this fact should have appeared so important to him. He could remember nothing, knew nothing, except that he was lying curled up on the floor of a car which was moving rapidly and smoothly. Then he stopped thinking again for a long time, and was glad of the unconsciousness which obliterated that throbbing head of his.