One of them had gone in to ransack your effects and when they pulled off the bag and disclosed the wrong hare, he dropped his loot on the floor; and then I told them to go to the devil, and I hope they've done it! When you came in I was picking up your traps, and I submit that the sword is handsome enough to challenge anybody's eye.

And there's all there is of the story, and I don't care a damn whether you believe it or not." Their eyes were fixed upon each other in a gaze of anger and resentment.
Suddenly, Armitage's tense figure relaxed; the fierce light in his eyes gave way to a gleam of humor and he laughed long and loud.
"Your face--your face, Claiborne; it's funny.

It's too funny for any use.
When your teeth show it's something ghastly.

For God's sake go in there and wash your face!" He made a light in his own room and plied Claiborne with towels, while he continued to break forth occasionally in fresh bursts of laughter.

When they went into the hall both men were grave.
"Claiborne--" Armitage put out his hand and Claiborne took it in a vigorous clasp.
"You don't know who I am or what I am; and I haven't got time to tell you now.