THE JESTER'S INFERNO Between the two men who were left not a word passed for many minutes.

Nap prowled to and fro with his head back and his own peculiarly insolent smile curving the corners of his mouth.

There was a ruddy glare in his eyes, but they held no anger.
Lucas, still leaning on his crutch, stood with his back turned, his face to the fire.

There was no anger about him either.

He looked spent.
Abruptly Nap ceased his pacing and came up to him.