"I suppose I'll stay," he murmured, and walked into the bar.

Jerry Strann was smiling in the way that showed his teeth.

As Barry passed he said softly: "I see we ain't going to have no trouble, you and me!" and he moved to clap his strong hand on the shoulder of the smaller man.

Oddly enough, the hand missed, for Barry swerved from beneath it as a wolf swerves from the shadow of a falling branch.

No perceptible effort--no sudden start of tensed muscles, but a movement so smooth that it was almost unnoticeable.