And when that crowd heard it they looked sick.

God, how sick they looked! They didn't wait for no second swing, but they beat it hard and fast through the door with me after 'em.

They scattered, but I kept right on and didn't never really stop till I reached the mountain-desert and you, Jim." "Which is a good yarn," said Bud Mansie, "but I can tell you one that'll cap it.

It was--" He stopped short, staring up at the door.

Outside, the wind had kept up a perpetual roaring, and no one noticed the noise of the opening door.