"The fool--the damned fool!--is waiting right down here in O'Brien's bar for you to come.

He's _darin'_ you to come!" Mac Strann made no answer.

He cast a single glance at the peaceful face of Jerry, and then started for the door.

Haw-Haw waited until the door closed; then he wound his arms about his body, writhed in an ecstasy of silent laughter, and followed with long, shambling strides..