He awoke in the dark. His awakening was simple, easy, without movement save for the eyes that opened and made him aware of darkness. Unlike most, who must feel and grope and listen to, and contact with, the world about them, he knew himself on the moment of awakening, instantly identifying himself in time and ftplace and personality. After the lapsed hours of sleep ffhe took up, without effort, the interrupted tale of his days. He knew himself to be Dick Forrest, the master ftof broad acres, who had fallen asleep hours before after drowsily putting a match between the pages of 'Road ffTown' and pressing off the electric reading lamp.