A human voice could not have spoken more intelligibly: "I wait in trust!" After that neigh and whistle, a quiet fell over the group at the barn door.

There was nothing to do.

There was not enough wind to blow the flames from this barn to one of the neighbouring sheds; all they could do was to stand still and watch the progress of the conflagration.
The deep, thick voice of Mac Strann broke in: "Start prayin', Haw-Haw, that the hoss don't kill Barry when he gets to him.

Start prayin' that Barry is left for me to finish." He must have meant his singular request more as a figure of speech than a real demand, but an hysteria was upon Haw-Haw Langley.

He stretched up his vast, gaunt arms to the dim spot of red in the central heavens above the fire, and Haw-Haw prayed for the first and last time in his life.
"O Lord, gimme this one favour.