And as Haw-Haw Langley noted this a glitter of joy came in his beady eyes.
"You're Jerry's man," said Mac Strann at length.
There was about his voice the same fleshy quality that was in his face; it came literally from his stomach, and it made a peculiar rustling sound such as comes after one has eaten sticky sweet things.

People could listen to the voice of Mac Strann and forget that he was speaking words.

The articulation ran together in a sort of glutinous mass.
"I'm a friend of Jerry's," said the other.

"I'm Langley." The big man stretched out his hand.

The hair grew black, down to the knuckles; the blood of the bear still streaked it; it was large enough to be an organism with independent life.