There is a hell!" The thundering voice came from underneath our feet.

With a sound that was not a groan and not a screech, the Italian reeled back against the heated iron of the brazier.

Starting from that fiery contact with an unearthly shriek, he threw up his arms and dashed away into the darkness.

The sound of his madly hurrying footsteps came back to us until the guest house had swallowed him and his guilty terrors.
"Can the preacher play the devil too ?" I asked, as Sparrow came up to us from the other side of the fire.

"I could have sworn that that voice came from the bowels of the earth.