Two-Fisted Fingers they had called him then, and he was Two-Fisted Fingers in this hour with Kent.

Twice Father Layonne came to the head of the cell alcove, but turned back when he heard the low and steady murmur of Kent's voice.

Nothing did Kent keep hidden, and when he had finished, something that was like the fire of a revelation had come into Fingers' face.
"My God!" he breathed deeply.

"Kent, I've been sitting down there on my porch a long time, and a good many strange things have come to me, but never anything like this.

Oh, if it wasn't for this accursed flesh of mine!" He jumped from his chair more quickly than he had moved in ten years, and he laughed as he had not laughed in all that time.