And you call me Crazy Laura too, when my back 's turned.

But I ain't--hear me--I ain't! I know--they're immortal, just like the others were immortal! I can't hold 'em when they 've got the spirit that rises above--I 've tried, ain't I--and I 've only got one!" "One ?" Squint's voice became suddenly excited.

"One--what one ?" "I 'm not going to tell.

But I know--Crazy Laura--that's what they call me--and they give me a sulphur pillow to sleep on.

But I know--I know!" There was silence then for a moment, and Fairchild, huddled in the darkness below, felt the creeping, crawling chill of horror pass over him as he listened.