And from the shadow in which Dan was crouched his brown eyes blazed, changed, and filled with yellow fires.
"God!" whispered Silent, and at that instant the ominous crouched animal with the yellow eyes, the nameless thing which had been Whistling Dan a moment before, sprang up and forward with a leap like that of a panther.
Morgan stood behind the bar with a livid face and a fixed smile.

His fingers still stiffly clutched the whisky bottle from which the last glass had been filled.

Not another man in the room stirred from his place.

Some sat with their cards raised in the very act of playing.
Some had stopped midway a laugh.

One man had been tying a bootlace.
His body did not rise.