"Kenneth Robeson - Doc Savage 101 - The Green Eagle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

THE next thing Ben Duck knew, a hand was slapping his face. A voice was saying, "Hey, wake up!" It
was a familiar voice.

It was Albert PanzerтАЩs voice. Panzer was bending over Ben and slapping him and shaking his shoulders.

"ThatтАЩs enough," Ben said. He pushed Panzer away.
Panzer seemed to be all right. Panzer looked as if he felt fine. Ben felt all right, too, for that matter.

"I guess you fainted," Panzer said.

Ben hesitated. Finally, "I guess I did," he said.

Albert Panzer laughed shakily. "Maybe it was something we ate."

"Eh?"

"I fainted, too."

"You did?"

"Yes. After I came to my senses, I found you lying here."

Ben Duck looked around. He was in the same spot where he had been standing when he got dizzy and it
became dark.

"How was it?" Ben asked.

"Was what?"

"Fainting. HowтАЩd it feel?"

Panzer said, "I got dizzy. I kept trying to stand up and couldnтАЩt. I remember I thought it was the altitude.
Say! Maybe it was the altitude!"

"It hit me the same way," Ben said.

"Probably it was the altitude."

There was a silence. Albert Panzer was probably thinking. Ben Duck was thinking, tooтАФabout Panzer.
Albert Panzer had been a dude guest of the Broken Circle for almost two weeks. It would be two weeks
tomorrow. He had registered from Chicago. He had said he operated a dressed-poultry business in
Chicago, and he had talked a great deal about it. Ben decided he could not put his finger on anything
out-of-the-way about Panzer.

"It must have been the altitude," Albert Panzer said.

Ben got up and dusted off his tight fawn-colored whipcord breeches. Such movie cowboy pantaloons
was another thing he detested.

"Uh-huh," he said. "These high altitudes are funny."