TEE VOICE OF THE COYOTE When Sanderson regained consciousness he was lying on his back on a board floor.

His head seemed to have been smashed, he was dizzy and weak, but he sat up and looked around him.
Then he grinned wanly.
He was in jail.

A heavy, barred door was in front of him; turning his head he saw an iron-grated window behind him.

Door and window were set in heavy stone walls; two other stone walls, with a narrow iron cot set against one of them, rose blankly on either side.
Sanderson got up, reeling, and went to the window.

Darkness had come; he could see Okar's lights flickering and winking at him from the buildings that skirted the street.