Dick jerked awake, his wrists restricted, unable to grip the floor to crawl or pinch his nose. He blinked twice as smelling salts were wafted under his nostrils followed by the overpowering scent of too many sweaty bodies cramped together.
"Easy there, boyo, easy. You got yourself topsy-turvied by that last hook there."
Dick glanced up at the speaker: a weather-beaten man in brown pants that were missing one leg. A make-shift patch hung over his left eye made of the ground-down bottom of a glass bottle.
