Barry can't live through the fire; an' if he does, the hoss will finish him.
It ain't possible for him to come out!" From half the roof of the shed flames now poured, but presently a great shower of sparks rose at the farther end of the barn, and then Haw-Haw heard the sound of a beating and crashing.
"Hei!" he screamed, "Barry's reached the black hoss and the black hoss is beating him into the floor!" "You fool!" answered Mac Strann calmly, "Barry has got a beam or something and he's smashing down the burning partition of the box stall.
That's what he's doing; listen!" High over the fire, once again rose the neighing of the black horse, a sound of unspeakable triumph.
"You're right," groaned Haw-Haw, downcast.

"He's reached the hoss!" He had hardly finished speaking when Mac Strann said: "Anyway, he'll never get out.

This end wall of the barn is fallin' in." Indeed, the outer wall of the barn, nearest the door, was wavering in a great section and slowly tottering in.

Another moment or two it would crash to the floor and block the way of Dan Barry, coming out, with a flaming ruin.

Next the watchers saw a struggle among the group which watched.