So another laugh of appreciation ran around the barroom at the mention of creasing.
"No," answered Barry, "I went out with a halter and after a while Satan got used to me and followed me home." They waited only long enough to draw deep breath; then came a long yell of delight.

But the obscure devil was growing stronger and stronger in Strann.

He beat on the bar until he got silence.

Then he leaned over to meet the eyes of Barry.
"That," he remarked through his teeth, "is a damned--lie!" There is only one way of answering that word in the mountain-desert, and Barry did not take it.

The melancholy brown eyes widened; he sighed, and raising his glass of lemonade sipped it slowly.