He started all over again after a short rest and the peg creaked against the slab of wood with the speed of its rotation--a small sound of protest drowned by the bellowing of the storm and the ringing songs of McTee.

Now the smoke rose again and this time the peg kept firm.

The smoke grew pungent; there was a spark, then a glow, and it spread and widened among the powdery, rotten wood which Harrigan had heaped around his rotating peg.
He tossed the peg and bow aside and blew softly and steadily on the glowing point.

It spread still more and now a small tongue of flame rose and flickered.

Instantly Harrigan laid small bits of wood criss-cross on the pile of tinder.