The thought might have occurred to him that it was not alight, for he looked at it with a vague, questioning glance.

There came another knock at the door.

"Go to the devil!" he shouted, without turning his head.
Hollanden crossed the corridor then to the den.
"Hi, there, Hollie! Hello, boy! Just the fellow we want to see.

Come in--sit down--hit a pipe.

Say, who was the girl Billie Hawker went mad over this summer ?" "Blazes!" said Hollanden, recovering slowly from this onslaught.
"Who--what--how did you Indians find it out ?" "Oh, we tumbled!" they cried in delight, "we tumbled." "There!" said Hollanden, reproaching himself.